#17

From the middle of the dark room
I can see your hand waving to me
And the sound of you asking me
Not to hate you.
Why shouldn’t I?
You almost caught me again
I’m glad I’m not as stupid and dumb
As you are.
I loved you once,
I hated you a trillion times
None of these compares to the
Pain you made me feel
You say, “I’m sorry”
If you at least meant it!
I didn’t want to be like this
You made me choose this side