Used To

I used to think that my life was worthless. That all I could do was kill and hurt. I used to think you hated me. That you meant all those things you said.

I used to think that killing could heal my pain. That it was the only answer. I used to think you wished me dead. That those strong words were what you really thought of me.

I used to think that I should die and ease your pain. That my life was hurting you.' I used to think that when you hit me it was in anger. That you wished me away.

I used to think that I loved you.
But, now I know I do.