Am I the back up,
Or the silent?
The one who waits for her love's return,
Or the one who watches her love play,
And doesn't utter a word.
Just sits there and suffers.
I always do what people want,
Have to make everyone happy.
Everyone but myself.
I watch you make love to others,
I watch myself fade further away.
Why do I do this to myself?
I hate myself for not being enough,
Hate the people you use,
But never EVER hate you.
When you are the one hurting me,
You are the one killing me.