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by theory of the loser Jul 20, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
I never told a lie, Never thought to do it. With every tear I cry, Wondering how you do it. Not a day passes, When my hate is more apparent. I no longer miss your smiles, Or your stupid little jokes, With everyday that passes, I come to hate you more. I didn't truly let go, No one really does. After all I loved you more than anything, Now my heart is dust. I cried, With every single lie, You leave with her, Every single night. Yes, I know where you go, She can't keep a secret, Well not a secret worth to bare. She's evil, A demon, But I don't hate her. No... ....I hate you