I rub my tired eyes, still raw from over-used tears. I swallowed up most of the feelings you could never see. Being ignored by you, I realize how pitiful it was of me to look to you with longing. I suppose I was barely on your axis, never a priority. You didn't think of me and how your actions could possibly hurt me. That's what hurts me and makes me feel cheap. If you could fake romantic feelings for her and disregard her feelings, you must have never taken my feelings seriously. It makes me sick and hate myself.