Dysfunctional

Maybe I do hate you...
Or maybe it's been awhile,
Since our relationships been good.
Since we've smiled.
Love don't live here anymore...
No more opportunities for change- all loss no gain, no more open doors.
No more chances to make up, all because we can't move though the pain.
I think one day I woke up, and I knew ot wouldn't be the same. 
We were both hurt,
What we had was over not even worth- fighting for.
Because we couldn't stop fighting over- every little thing- nobody could stay sober.
The tears would never stop; the happiness was short lived.
And at the end of the day we were both tired and there was nothing left to give.