I want to be happy
Truly I do
But when you tell me
"Hate is what matters"
I get really confused.
With hate
The ones who receives this feeling
Are hurt as much as you were
So it is merely moving the feeling of loss
But with love also
You wish to die for him
You wish to give everything for him
But love has a good point separate from its bad
We receive comfort from the fact we are loved
We learn that not everything is about the One
With love, we move on and mature
With hate, we stay in one place, steeping in our own juices
This is what I truly want to believe
What I wish were so
But with you pounding into my head everyday
That there is no such thing as love
That hate is the only true feeling
I doubt myself
Which can be worse than any death.