In your lack of interest and willingness to mend,
you've killed my current person.
Now forced, to start again
I fear everything.
Fear itself is a burden, but the emptiness is worse.
Questionable is the future, of there even being a future.
You, completely unaware of the wreaking you've left.
Me, hoping you simply, one day, remember.
Still with you, are my feelings towards love,
my courage, my hope, my self esteem, and I can't reach them.
All this, done so nicely and calmly,
still forever a "good person", I want to hate you,
Need to hate you, but cannot.
Instead I hate everything else.
It's just funny, the pain you bring, without knowing.