It hurts:

It hurts when you decide if I´ll have the strength to do something or not.
It hurts when your mouth says one thing and your eyes something different.
It hurts when your “good action of the day” is to humilliate me.
It hurts when you ignore my suffering.
It hurts when you enjoy seeing me bleed.
It hurts when you put people against me.
It hurts when you choose to be my eneny, knowing well that being my friend is so much easier.
It hurts when you don´t respect my times.
It hurts when you leave me.
It hurts when you overprotect me.
It hurts when you don´t let me be me.
You are my other side and I know I must learn to deal with you and to accept taht we´ll always be together. But sometimes I just can´t stand you. I don´t want to fuight against you. I do it evry single day of my life and I´m tired. Tired of letting you win;tired of letting you decide over me.
I don´t want to hate you, but sometimes...
I don´t want to kill you, but sometimes... It hurts.