Hate

See the things is for me to hate someone is the hardest thing in the world. You could treat me like trash and I would still care about you, but oh how I despise the fact that the person who first laid there eyes on me, who was supposed to protect me from any wrong doing, can tell me they love me but show me nothing but disappointment. In all reality I know that they despise the fact that I breath the same air as them, and yet they never notice it like for once in your life, stop and think hey maybe everything i have ever said to her or done has caused her nothing but pain, maybe she didn’t want to live anymore or exist in this plain because of me, which one day I hope you know as true.

Everything will always be my fault, not the other two that live in this house, which you so eagerly wanna call a home. From this day forward it will not be my fault, because although I will never be perfect in your eyes and the only perfect person in your eyes is him who I shall forever hate. I myself know who's fault it really is, you.