Why do you hate me?
What have i done?
Does the sight of my pain
make you smile?
I hate myself
for ever trusting you
for thinking you'd always always be there
when i cried
When you talk to me
your words drip with hatred
as pure and concentrated
as acid
why don't you stop and think
that maybe
your words,
your indifference,
at my misery
could possibly ruin my day?
Would you like me to endure it in silence?
is annoyance all you feel
when i say that it hurts?
you accuse me of caring too much
like i committed a crime
Is that the best you can say
when the tears refuse to stop?
Sleep is a stranger
And the pain you've inflicted
keeps me awake
i want to hate you
just as you hate me
but i can't
i still live in the past
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