Hatred.

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I hate her,                                                

this is what she always does.

Goes against my better judgement ,

like it is nothing but another figment of dust.

Why? Because to her I am never right.

She thinks that she is doing this because she loves me

but she isn't , it is just to make her feel better,

to accomplish something through me, something she could have never done on her own.

Maybe I would be able to do something she isn't , but when I go there and attempt to do so,

I only make myself look ridiculous because I do not belong there,

but she doesn't know this.

Not that she ever cared and even though an eye for an eye may make the whole world blind,

I hate her,

I dont care,

not anymore.

When have I ever done something that was not for her at all?

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