I don’t hate you, but that’s the problem.

I don’t hate you.

I hate how you scream about things that don’t matter.

I hate that you don’t care until youre embarrassed.

I hate how you leave me alone.

I hate how you make me feel as if I’m comprehending wrong. Make me feel as if my psych is wrong. Like it’s a game I play to make you look a certain way.

I hate how you make me feel crazy. Like something is wrong with me. When you’re the mental one. People tell me I’m right but I second guess until im numb because of you

I hate how every day when I try to decide. There’s your voice telling me to make sure it’s right.

And I hate how I don’t hate you even through all of the abuse. I want to love you and I’m supposed to. But I have to love myself more to know that it’s fucked up that I don’t hate you