The Hurt
Wishing, and hoping that someone would care,
It just makes me want, to pull out my hair.
Yelling at me makes things worse,
I hope your happy, you’re an absolute jerk.
You hurt me so bad, it makes me sad,
One day you’ll realize, you lost what you’ve had.
Truth be told, you got a lot of nerve,
Hopefully one day, you’ll get what you deserve.
I honestly can’t take, anymore pain,
So you minus well, just end my days.
Whenever you’re not around it feels calmer,
But when you are, you act like my father.
All I want to do is get along,
But with you that’s something I‘ve tried for too long.
You’re just like dad in so many ways,
That’s something I wish I could really change.
When you come home, I wish you could see,
All the things you do to hurt me.
The ways you love me, can be explained,
But if that’s how you love, you better find a new way.
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