I hate the color green because it represents the car,
that took you away and so very far.
I hate that your not here with me every single day.
I hate it so much that theres so many words to say.
I hate the silver key that turned on the car.
I hate it terribly because it took you so far.
I hate the gas pedal that allowed it to go fast.
I hate every minute that went by that day because they were your last.
I hate the steering wheel that couldn't cut the curve.
I hate the brakes that didn't stop the car but made you swerve.
I really hate the windows because they weren't made of steel.
Every day I wake up and wish it wasn't real.
I even hate myself because theres nothing I could do.
And then I think of doctors who some how should have saved you.
I hate alot of things and am filled with pain since the day you had to leave.
But I still must have some love left, although my little sister, I will always grieve.
