Are all they are. Meaningless. Pointless. But they feel strong. Impact more than they should. Make you curl in on yourself. Emotionally compromised and insecure in the darkness. You cry to yourself. Will yourself to not feel. Feel nothing.. If you feel nothing, then you are better than these silly moments.
Why do you tell me you hate me?
When we kiss, When we hold each other, When our hands meet, When we love one another, When we do anything, You always tell me that You hate me. Am I truly that bad? I wish you wouldn't tell me You hate me. Even if you laugh, Even if you smile, You hate me.
Chandy Grace 