I hate that I can’t say your name,
without feeling like I’m going insane.
I hate that my heart feels like it’s in chains,
and that you stay running through my brain.
I hate that it’s been days and I can’t shake this pain,
it keeps spreading through every single vein.
I hate that every fiber of me, wanted you to stay,
something so hard for me to explain.
I hate that my scars still remain.
I really wish blood didn’t stain.