Hate

a word that is so small yet mean so much to people
i remember the days when that word was all i knew about
i hated my sister for choosing her friends over me
i hated my father for never saying i love you
i hated my mother for not letting me grow
i hated my brother for not realizing and opening his eyes
i hated my cousins for being better looking then i was
i hated my school for lack of teachers
i hated him...for breaking my heart
i hated him for forcing me to do things i didnt want to do
i hated him for saying i love you
i hated him for never coming to see me
i hated him for being my bestfriend
i hated him for dying
i hated her because she left and we werent ready
i hated her because she knew how much i needed her
i hated them because they were the reasons why i could never be happy
i hated myself...because i hated everything that made me miserable
i spent my days hating and not realizing that i was wasting my life away
i became everything i hate....miserable, lonely, a girl who felt the world should end
because she wasnt happy, she wasnt the same girl she used to be, she wasnt herself
hate is a small world...but it can destroy a life