Venting

I pour my heart to you,
But you still message him,
You knew his intentions,
And know he wont stop,
What type of place did you put him in?
If he continues to flirt,
Continues to send pics,
Feeling like razor blades tearing into my soul.
More painful than losing a finger.
Every snap cutting deeper,
And deeper.
Already a cause of a relapse,
Why is he so special to you,
If he is nothing,
Why fight the one who truly loves you,
Over someone to talk to,
Who cant even save convos,
What are you to him,
If he cant even say you're a friend to the public?
I love you to death but it really pains me,
Keeping him around like my feelings are not mattered.
I try to give you as much attention as possible.
Always telling you how beautiful you are,
And how much you mean to me,
Words and actions speaking louder than ever.
Why am i not enough,
That the opinions of others matter.
I try more and more to express it,
But it only gets you upset,
What i don't understand is why?
If i am the one who is hurt,
How much do i have to pout, or cry,
To express how much it hurts.
Sitting by the water depressed asking myself,
What did i do wrong to deserve this.
You said i was right, but still continue to talk to him.
What did i do?
For you to hurt me.