And it just keeps repeating.

I hate you, I fucking hate you. You ripped out my heart, I hate you. You smile with your lipstick and you used me to get over shit. I hate you. I hate your hair. I hate your eyes, I hate your smile, I hate your lies, I hate your body, I hate your smell, I hate your values, I hate this cell. It's made of hate. A stringed together collection of memories we made. You were mean but you said it was for me, now I'm mean and you act like I shouldn't be. You don't undetstand, you can't comprehend, you just laugh and like to pretend. It's not okay. The things you take and what you give away, it's not okay. I hate this day, I hate my heart, I hate your guts, I hate new starts. I hate packing my shit, I hate talking, I hate seeing you smile, I hate walking. It's not fair, it's unfair and unjust, you filled me with hopes I thought I could trust. What about sorry? Why won't you say it? Is it because you'd have to be wrong to even rationalize the thought of the word coming from your pursed lips? Like laser beams and lighting rods from a wizards finger tips. You hurt me. You made me break. You built me up and and you cut me down. You took all my smiles and gave me a frown. I hate your car, I hate your friends, I hate your heart, I hate how this ends. I wasn't enough that's fair, but you dragged me through that for over a year. You knew but you didn't speak, you held onto it and made me bleek, it's not a metaphor it's just the truth I hate all the things about you and the way you do.