Everyday, I make an effort to talk to you, but you always move away the moment you see my shadow.

You don't know how much it hurts. Where do I even begin?

The sharp pain in my head, the choking feeling in my neck, or the deep cut in my heart?

Because tell me, how would you feel if all you're efforts were put to waste?

"Tragic," you would say each time I get a chance to catch you before you leave.

It's no tragedy, dear, it's one godforsaken melodrama.

I've never tried so hard to apologize to someone unwilling to forgive.

And each day I suffer by your absence, my mind snaps into two: one that hates you, and the other that wants you back.

And unlike a tragedy where the hero dies, I live with an empty mind and heart.

Just how many tears do you think I've shed just to get you back?

10 droplets?

No, a whole tub won't even hold all of it in.

The only reason why I've felt this down is because of you.

You who treated me humanely like no one would, yet left me still like a thief who stole my humanity.

You who made me think you cared when you didn't.

You who gave back what I lost only to ****** it away again.

I hate you.

And I hate that I've missed you more each passing day.