How stupid must I be?
Yes words can't describe you;
But they can describe me.
Foolish for thinking I could handle it all.
Moronic for how messed up my mind is.
Horrid for how controlling I am.
How can you love me?
Why must you care for me?
I don't understand...
You shouldn't love me.
You should get out before it hurts too badly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes people prefer to hurt in order to help someone in pain. Its true for your case.