I hate you.
Hates a strong wrong, but it's true. I really do.
I want you to feel how I've felt.
The things you've done to me.
I want you to know.
But you don't know.
You can't see it.
How much you make me sad.
How much you make me want to die.
But I still love you.
I don't know how, but I do.
I wish you knew.
Why do you do this to me.
How have you not noticed.
The way you make me feel is like a sliver, deep in your finger. That you can't get out.
The way you make me feel is like a hang nail.
It stings. And it won't go away.
I hate you.
But I love you.
