Getting there

I am slowly getting there...
I am slowly beginning to hate.

I am wishing that i didn't need
you.. that i didn't want you.

God you took away everything.
My life, my school, my friends
and most of all my dad.

What you did was wrong.
I am told you are perfect
well i think you made a mistake.

I am beginning to hate you
and one thing i know
is that i can't ..
You are what makes me go
on everyday.

But you hurt me more than a
mere mortal could have done.

You have done the unthinkable
you have taken away everthing
that meant something to me.

I was beginning to love you again
but then you go again with
another one of your tests..
I hate your tests..