I hate you.
Those words you threw at me.
They eat at me.
You didn't mean them.
Or did you?
We don't talk about it.
Things seem to be better now…

I hate you.
Why does it echo in my head?
On and on, over and over.
Now I wonder about everyone else.
I keep messing up.
Do they hate me for it?

I hate you.
This I hear in my dreams and thoughts.
I feel like choking.
Is it true?
The ones that matter most, I couldn't stand it…

I hate you.
I think I can see it now, when we fight.
In your anger, you hate me.

And like that, an invisible knife stabs into me.
My heart bleeds.
I see it.
You hate me.