I hate the feeling of knowing,
That you don't want me,
Or that I've been lied to.
I hate the feeling of emptiness and loneliness.
I hate that I can stare into a crowd,
And see only the people who've hurt me.
I hate this bitter feeling,
Of losing someone I never had.
I hate that I can't cry,
But still feel so much.
I hate that I'm awake at 5:00 a.m.,
Thinking of you.
I hate that I've never even met you,
But I still feel like I've lost part of me.
But more than anything,
I hate that I know that,
No matter how much you hurt me,
I'll wait for you forever.
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Terms of Normality
PoetryI'm just a 14-year-old nobody saying it like it is. Well...how it is for a 14-year-old nobody.
