Hate

I hate the way you look at me before your hand turns into a fist
i hate the pain you cause me
when I'm already in pain.
this heart you took
you never gave back
instead you ripped it up and threw it away
and now its in your past
and never will be in your future
i hate the way i look at you
everytime you walk by
i hate the way you make me feel inside
every day i see you
but everyday i know your not there
i crawl up into bed and dream.
dream about the past
dream about our life
and what it would be like if you were still around
i hate those dreams
i hate the feelings from them
and you know what dad?
i hate you.