Hate
I hate how you walk right by,
And not even notice me.
You say we are still friends.,
But how can we be?
If you just looked at me,
Youd see is till cry.
You want me to get over you,
but how can i try?
My heart was in love,
and i was devoted to you,
But i see it clearly now,
Nothing was ever true.
Everything really hurts,
More than you would know.
But i never ever thought,
You would be this low.
At one point i did have a heart,
But now all i got is a heart falling apart.
by
XfroggieluverXposted on 05/27/2009
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People like being liked. They don't really want you to get over them. It leaves them feeling like they lost some sort of battle.
If you still feel this way, I'm sorry. At least it's summer now. It's a great escape. Your pain will get lighter every day until eventually it's meaningless.
I wish you all the best.