Still Hate You
Why am I like this?
Why am I relieved when I wish you the worst?
Why when I take time to think about you, I think about your funeral?
I see myself standing at your grave doing stand up while laughing maniacally?
Then suddenly I stop and turn around to look at your grave once more before I leave, and I flip you off.
I laugh some more as I begin to walk away.
As I am walking, I feel at peace because no longer am I tied down by your existence.
But why do I still think of you even though I hate you?
I guess you will never leave me.
Well at least your tombstone will be able to entertain me.
I have no taste for forgiveness, no liking for remorse.
You are nothing to me, and I want to destroy all your efforts and establishments from day one.
And guess what? I don’t care who you are to me.
Once I say I hate you, then you're dead to me.
Once I say I hate you, then it’s all over I will hate you now and forever and nothing will change.
Even while you’re in your grave.
Some may say that I’m cruel because I say this, but what can I say you made me this way?
I wasn’t always this way, but now I am, and once you need help,
don’t you dare look my way because
See you in hell.