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It's okay,
to hurt me beyond repair,
I don't matter,
but you,
you do.

It's okay,
to hate me so much.
Tell me you wish me dead,
I'll go.

I'll disappear,
you need only ask me to.
Say you wish I never lived.
I can take back that mistake.

It's okay to say things,
say things like that,
they're true.
At least to you.

It's okay to love me,
or to hate me,
and it's okay,
to blame me.

It's okay to say,
"You don't deserve to live."
I know I don't.
It's okay.

It's okay to hurt me beyond repair,
because I don't matter,
while you,
you do deserve it.

It's okay to tell me to die,
It's okay to say "I Hate you."
It's okay, to wish me dead.
But be sure to tell me.

In time I'll disappear,
I never was any good.
So tell me,
Tell me you hate me.

I know you do.
Your actions give it away,
your eyes give it away,
the way you touch me,
gives it away.

It's okay to hurt me beyond repair,
because I do not matter.

don't ask where it came from......Because I won't tell you.