Hate

I hate this song. I hate this song. I hate this song.
I hate this song. I hate this song. I hate this song.
I hate this CD. I hate this holiday. I hate this month.
I hate this season. I hate winter.
I hate my life. I hate myself.
I wish everyone would just leave me the hell alone.
I'm dying with every beat of my heart.

I can't just be his friend.

Author's Note: Something I wrote awhile back, but couldn't post until now, for fear that the wrong people would get the wrong idea.

Sirius