I hate that I am moping around,
Wallowing in self pity.
I hate that I ain't my usual sarcastic self,
I am lost in depression city.
I hate the fact that I remember
Making it easier to stay blue.
I hate that it takes just one song,
And I know I am still in love with you.
I hate myself for feeling so lost,
That's what I get for my trust.
I hate that I was happy you're gone,
But now I feel so crushed.
I hate that I thought it was over,
But here I am still bitter.
I LOATHE THAT YOU ARE NOT REALLY GONE,
JUST DEAD IN MY HEART SO I CAN MOVE ON.