My life seemed so perfect,
At least for a while.
I hate the way you made me laugh,
I hate the way you made me smile.

I hate the way you never said
What you really thought,
And I hate how that made it hard
For me to know
If you really cared or not.

I hate how you tell me your not mad,
But I here from others
That it's the other way
I hate how I think
That they just might be right.
I hate that I miss
All the things you
Used to say.
"I have to no why."
I think as my throat closes up tight.
Because I hate not knowing
How I lost a friend
I may never have had.

I hate how when I think about it
My present life becomes a blur.
I'm crying a storm of tears inside
(Which I'm sure I can not hide.)
The storming clouds
Inside my heart
Twist and turn and stur.
Now this storm is a tornado
Riping me apart.
I hate how this tornado
Makes it hard
For my anger and pain
To hide deep inside my heart.

But most of all I hate
How although I scream
With pain inside,
I wont even try to hide from you,
I wouldn't change a single thing
Not the rising
Of this short "friendship"
Not even the tormenting fall.
 
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