I hate you…
Nine letters, three words, three syllables, hundreds of meanings.
Is it that so hard to say?
You think it would be…
But it’s not.
It’s easier to say than telling the person who loves you lies,
Easier than getting in fights with them,
Easier than letting them cut them self because of you,
Easier than talking to them every day,
Easier than pretending to care.
Do you not know that the more the lies, the more the tears?
The more the fights, the more pain?
The more the acting, the more the cutting?
Stop the lies,
Stop the fighting,
Stop the act.
No one knows what I go through.
No one knows all the cuts I have.
No one knows the lies that lay in my head.
No one knows the death I wish for.
Why do you pretend to care?
Do you like torturing me?
Do you like the tears?
Do you like the blood?
What you do to me,
Make me have to lie to the world.
You make my smiles fake,
My words fake.
You make my heart dead.
You make me think you care about me.
You make me think the world cares about me.
You make me lose sleep.
You make me lose my breath.
You make me lose my world.
You never really did care about me, did you?
Is that another one of your lies?
Just say it.
Those nine letters,
Those three words,
Those three syllables,
Those hundreds of meaning.
Just say,
“I hate you.”
And I’ll die,
And you won’t have to pretend to care about me anymore.
Dedicated to the world.
Nine letters, three words, three syllables, hundreds of meanings.
Is it that so hard to say?
You think it would be…
But it’s not.
It’s easier to say than telling the person who loves you lies,
Easier than getting in fights with them,
Easier than letting them cut them self because of you,
Easier than talking to them every day,
Easier than pretending to care.
Do you not know that the more the lies, the more the tears?
The more the fights, the more pain?
The more the acting, the more the cutting?
Stop the lies,
Stop the fighting,
Stop the act.
No one knows what I go through.
No one knows all the cuts I have.
No one knows the lies that lay in my head.
No one knows the death I wish for.
Why do you pretend to care?
Do you like torturing me?
Do you like the tears?
Do you like the blood?
What you do to me,
Make me have to lie to the world.
You make my smiles fake,
My words fake.
You make my heart dead.
You make me think you care about me.
You make me think the world cares about me.
You make me lose sleep.
You make me lose my breath.
You make me lose my world.
You never really did care about me, did you?
Is that another one of your lies?
Just say it.
Those nine letters,
Those three words,
Those three syllables,
Those hundreds of meaning.
Just say,
“I hate you.”
And I’ll die,
And you won’t have to pretend to care about me anymore.
Dedicated to the world.
