Love Me, Please

I've cried about this so much
I might as well blog,
Yah?
Do you know how it feels
To lose someone who is part
Of the reason you're alive?
Rubbed your eyes blind
Wishing you could go back in time.
Undo whatever it is that made
Them despise your existance.

But no matter how much they
Hate you,
You hate yourself more.
How could you let that one
Walk out the door?

You screw up.
What the fuck is wrong
With you, what isn't?

You make excuses:
It's not you.
They've changed.
But somehow it's your fault.
It always is.

He hates me.
Whether he says it or not.
I hate me.
I hate myself.
I hate Michka.
She's a crazy-ass bitch.