How?
By: Hatake Kayume
How can you love me after all I've put you through?
You're so sweet, so kind.
I don't deserve someone like you.
You're so absolutely selfless.
No matter how many times I apologize it'll never be able to make up for all this bull.
An eternity of repentance is what I'm faced with.
No matter what you've always been there;
to listen to me scream and shout,
to give me a smile that turns my tears to laughter.
How can you do it?
Never before has this guilt eaten at me, threatening my life;
it is always softly nagging at me, telling me that I'm just not worth it.
And yet you still…
How can you love wretch like me?
I don't deserve it; others can see it too.
How do you love me so much?
What do you see in someone so heartless,
so cold,
so fake?
What others would give to be me, I'm starting to think I should step down from the pedestal you've created for me.
My reign of terror over your heart needs to end.
I've created an emotional masochist in you;
my sadistic nature is taking over.
I don't enjoy it;
it becomes habit, habit is now what's left of any shred of humanity I have.
I don't deserve any of what I'm given.
I should be deprived of all things good, and maybe then, I'll appreciate what was so readily available.
I don't want to hurt you anymore, but I don't know what else to do.
I don't want to leave, to lose you.
I'm a selfish, arrogant thing; I don't deserve to be called a person.
I didn't know what it was like;
to feel so completely, utterly… ashamed.
I always thought those weak of heart and spirit feel these things, but I'm wrong.
Those strong of spirit can endure and rise above it all.
Am I as strong as I thought I was?
Not when it comes to you;
the thought of no longer being able to see you, touch you, or steal your heart—breaks mine.
How can you love me?