Its 9:48, and I’m still thinking about you.
9:50 and I’m still missing you. I always think about you. Your soft hands, your soft voice.

Walking through the house wondering if I made the right choice.
Sacrificing my emotions to whomever is the recipient of my hateful words.

I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU.

Losing feeling in my hands, losing thoughts within my head.

Staring at the floor because your face is a reminder of what was lost.

I should have known it was a mistake... I should have never called you…I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU.

But… as I say these words to myself I can’t help but feel I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU.

My thoughts like a maze. I’m stuck in the middle.
So scared to think of what could have been, what would have been.

9:53 and I can’t comprehend how much I loathe you…  
9:55 and… oh wait I love you.