The Hate You Feel

Hate is such a harsh word to say.

Going on in life unhappy by the day.

Wishing and hoping you’d change your evil way.

Tired of trying to be respectful of the words I chose to say.

Tired of stressing out about if you’re happy today.

Tired of feeling like I’m always in your way.

Tired of feeling like each and everyday you’re trying to push me away.

Tired of bending over backwards to go out my way.

Maybe it’s the fact that you were born in May.

Or maybe it’s the fact that no one has ever loved you this way.

Our emotional attachment is different I can tell by how we lay.

Things between us have become emotionally grey.

I know you hate me so that makes you stray.

I sit around and act as if I’m blind like the famous man name Ray.

I realized I’m easy to betray.

That's why I made up my mind it’s best you stay away.

Stay away from me you’re toxic as hell.

I feel as if you have me under a spell. 

I realized yesterday only thing I could do was wish you well.

No point of holding on to a life in hell. 

That makes for a life I would one day dwell.