I hate this
I hate the way I can’t cry about it I hate the way I only cry when he’s upset I hate the way he’s trying to be strong I hate the way I’m not I hate this single tear I hate this dry tissue I hate the way I can sleep at night I hate the way I can forget I hate the way I escape from this I hate the place I go I hate the person I go to I hate the way he’s the only on I can I hate the way I can’t talk about it I hate the way I try I hate the way I say I’m fine I hate the way I’m not I hate knowing when I’ll start to cry I hate the time it’s going to be I hate the song that’s going to trigger it I hate the way it’s sung I hate it because I know I can’t stop it I hate it because I’ve got to do it I hate it because I’ll feel better I hate it because I have to accept That you are dead. I miss you Grandpa.writen about the way i'm feelin after my grandpa's death last week. Written February 7th, 2002 © on Feb 09 2002 01:40 AM PST 0 • 1
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"I hate the way I can’t cry about it..."