Hating myself more and more.
Crying at night.
Filled with sadness for what I did,
I cry and cry.
You were the best thing in my life.
Then why did I?
Why did I end it between us?
I got angry for a second,
And that's when it all ended.
I should have waited,
To hear what you had to say,
I should have never told you I was going to a dance.
Maybe that's just how we are.
Always arguing.
But, always having one thing in common:
We love each other.
I could never go without you.
If I love you so much,
Why did I f**king leave you?
You were just jealous,
So there was no need for me to be pissed.
I should have been glad,
To know you cared that much.
But I was too mad to notice.
I didn't give a f**k.
So.
Here I sit,
Writing you this poem.
Crying and realizing how stupid I was.
Now I know one thing --
--I never should have walked away.
I Hate Myself.
For everything.
