The sinking pit in my stomach,
The blurred vision of my eyes,
The splitting of my heart,
All reminders of just how much,
I love you.
And I didn't get you.

The broken friendships,
And lost people from my life,
The family lost around me,
Mother, father, brothers,
I love you.
And I can't stand you.

All the nights spent in pleasure.
So many women I've been in.
How many shattered hearts,
Have I left behind in my past?
I hate me.
Yet, I'm getting better.