I want to say something. I want to post up something. But I can't. I don't know what's in my mind. I'm having a terrible headache. I can't breathe properly, I can't think properly. I'm utterly disappointed and speechless.

You say I'm important, I don't feel important. 

You say you don't want to lose me, but your actions are pushing me away.

I'm done. I'm hurt. I had enough. I'm sick of crying, getting huge headaches. I hate tears. I hate crying.

I rather have scars on my wrist than tears in my eyes.

But I don't do so. I keep my composure. I don't harm myself. But why do you keep hurting me further and further. I'm stretching like a rubble band, why are you treating me as if it's endless.