Miss You

To tell you the truth, I will miss you, but I don't know why I should. You hurt me so bad,yet I keep coming back for more. It's like you have a spell on me. I will miss you.   The way that you make me laugh. The way that you smell. The way you make me feel when your around me, but once your gone, I feel like I'm not loved, and it's true isn't it. You don't love me, so what are we doing here.   Why are we playing this game, are you that bored? Well I'm not going to cry for you, you don't deserve it. You deserve nothing good. Just all that is bad. I hope you die. Or worse. I hope that you just get dropped into acid and let it slowly eat away at your skin.   This isn't me. What have you done to me. You may have opened me up to somethings I never thought were possible, but the pain is unbearable. I can't even get a full nights sleep anymore. I'm always afraid that you are going to hurt me even more. Now you know how I feel, let me ask you this.             What are you going to do about it? Written April 17th, 2002 © on Apr 17 2002 02:00 PM PST   0 • 1