I was haunted.

Haunted by your words and the scars I never managed to heal.

Haunted by the old me, the person I was and wished I could still be.

I never knew what I meant to you, until there came a time when all you had to do was choose me.

You didn't do that.

I don't know if I never meant anything to you at all, or if at some point you realised just how worthless I was to you,

but you let me down the moment I needed something from you, after years of giving you my everything.

I know I'm not worth much, and at this point I know I never held a place in your mind, nevertheless your heart, but a simple reminder of where I was on your list of priorities would have been nice.

A wake up call to make me realise I was pining for someone who wouldn't blink if I dropped off the face of the earth.

I feel worthless, and I can't say I blame you for that.

I hate myself, for making me believe that someone like you could ever care for someone like me.

A wake up call would've been nice, so that I could've at least realised that all your love was just in my head.