I miss you and I hate missing you.
You’re aged so much
I wish that you could a nice person to me
I want to be there for you
But I hate the way you’ve treated me
I hate the way that you
Never trust me
Accuse me
Abandon me
Demand from me
Screams at me without listening
Never once tried to understand me
Never once understood my difficulties
Never once being happy for me
Never once feel proud of having me
You displayed the things I’ve made for you.
Like trophies
You just wanted to be loved
Neither do I.
Why do we have to hurt each other this way?
