Pain and hate are usually corresponding with each other
Though my thing is that you can fight the hate
But you'll always feel the pain
I hate the feelings that come with 'hate'
It really disgusts me
I try not to let things seep to that level if I can help it
But the truth is it's happened
And I'm angry at myself but mostly them
They could of done something
Anything, but they just sat there
They left me to sit alone, hating the situation
I couldn't of done anything, it was their actions that made me hate
Those rotten emotions that keep away from myself
I've got a bad case of it
I'm not even guilty
I don't even care if that makes me selfish
I just can't believe it actually happened
My feelings have been trampled on and I can't even fake a smile
I can't even manage to distract myself from what happened
I just...
I just don't know how to get over this feeling
It's like apart of me cracked when we left
I lost respect and I just don't know
I'll try to make it
But its gonna be a tough road to see overcome
I just wish somebody would of thought of me while we were there
It would of made the feelings be a little less horrid
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