I HATE
I hate that I love you
I hate that I miss you
I hate that I can remember the old you
I hate how I miss the way you used to love me.
I hate missing the I love you till I said them back.
I hate a lot.
I hate that I can't say how I feel.
I hate that I went you to leave so I don't break my promise
I hate that you don't understand or just don't care
I hate that you waited to long.
I hate my lack of my went is gone
I hate that I'm ready to do what I want to do without your approval or permission.
I hate that it's come to this.
To the point to where
I hate that the pills didn't stop this.
Most of all I hate myself for loving a ghost.
