Done.

I'm not sure who to talk to.

Or if i should even talk.
You have no idea how much i'm hurting.
You have no idea how much i'm lying to keep you happy.
To keep you away from my pain.
I just want you back here.
But you're too tired to think anymore. You don't ever think of me, then.
I go to bed alone, tears. I wake up alone, tears.
I can't keep waiting next to the phone. Hoping that you'll contact me.

I wish you would. I really...


 I can't do this anymore. I can't. I wish i didn't hate you as much as i loved you right now.

I hate what you've done to me. But i could never hate you. I hate that.