If you would've have asked me if I was okay I would've told you the truth.
If you would've hugged me I would have told you.
If you would've wanted to talk to me or even looked at me I would have told you.
You weren't even there for me when I needed you.
I missed you and I needed you but you were never there.
And I hate you for it, all over it every second of every moment.
Because now I am in the bathtub barely living, because you still aren't here to save me.
