I am angry. I am angry with him. No matter how much I try to show him my pain. HE does not care.
I share what is hurting me but he does not care.
He must succumb to his weakness and have his fun.
My tears mean nothing and I am growing cold.
I am growing a hate for this love.
This love is hurting me and crumbling me.
It is stuck in my throat forcing its way through the pressure.
To come up and out of a great amount of ....
I hate this I hate this I Hate this
I try to love I try to push it out.
I am growing cold.
I type with anger.
HE does not know how to be loved and to see love.
My love is pressous and kind.
He does not cherish it.
He does not hear it.
He does not care.
He does not know.
I Hate I hate
I am hurting
I am hurting
Every day
I wish he would crumble away.
