Because of this

Nothing anyone could say could change how I feel. You do that on your own. You look at me and my mind tells me an endless amount of things, “it’s not worth it","your to young", "it wont last", "how could he love you?" but the ones I listen to are the ones from my heart, "stop, nothing is ever real." the warning you get when its to late, I cant stop. Even when I know your going to hurt me, I know wounds heal and friendships last longer then love. You’re my friend before anything else. Because of this, you have to hurt me.