You always ask why I don't love you. Maybe it's the constant swearing at me. Or maybe it's the way that you always tell me you'll always be better, smarter, and make more money than me. Maybe it's the way you always look down on me and never take me seriously when I say that I can never like you. Or no, maybe it's the way you've become the person you said you never would be.

....Or maybe it's the way you hit me. Pick me up and throw me to the ground. Kick me until I can't move. Throw me into the table, accompanying me with a chair. Picking me up, pulling my hair, then throwing me down again.

So is it really so bad that I can't find the heart to love you? I don't think so.