love, actually

but i don't think he does anymore. and i've given it all i think i can. he makes me forget the good in me. how could somone love you if they make you forget that you're happy? if they make you forget that you're worthy? because the fact is i don't feel worthy with you. i don't feel pretty with you. i don't feel happy with you. only half of the time. you hurt me. and i'm afraid you've ruined me. and i'm afraid my life is catching up with me. you're worse than my past. at least i knew that wasn't my fault. maybe they were right when they said i was broken. maybe you're still breaking me. maybe this will never be better. i just feel so unwanted. and unimportant. and silent. suffering technicolor bloody hell. you can be so cruel. and you don't love me anymore. you've told me you're tired. you're tired of me. but where do i go where i'm wanted? where is that? because when i find that place, i am never coming home. all i want is for someone to want it to be better. won't anyone try to save me?