I hate you.
So ******* much.
Why do you make me feel the way I do know.
I'm so sick and tierd of your ****.
But yet I want you back so bad.
Why?
Get out of my life.
Please.
I'm done with you.
Why are you doing this to me.
The pain I have in my heart is un-fixable.
Unreal.
I get chills.
I get a warm feeling in my heart.
I get the warmth of which was our love.
Sure enough nothing was there.
Get out of my life.
It already kills me when I see you.
Five days out of a week.
I have someone now.
Your the old.
He's the new.
He's the now and the future. Your my past.
My ugly, hideous past.
The cold past.
So let me be here.
With my one and only.
My other half.
Just please leave my life already.
Get out.