Sweet Release

This poem is called Vent.. 

from the bottom of my heart... YOU ERK MY SOUL...

from the depths of my soul... YOU TEAR ME TO PIECES..

i can not go without passing your name, your face, your eyes.. today, i could not tear myself away from someone that looked like you..

and yet, i do not exist to you.. do i?

and it hurts, and it sucks that we don't have that connection anymore...

i feel like im going inside out.. what is wrong with me..

didn't i ask for your removal? and peace.......

this is torment...i find no peace.. anywhere... once i forget.. my dreams make me remember and relive.. relive moments that never transpired.. but are saturated with the same emotions...

and the thing is.. i think i hate you... hate your face.. your voice.. your smile... your laugh.. your eyes... HATE YOU...

hate that you don't care.. hate that i do... hate that i cant let our friendship go... hate that i cant be good enough... hate how small i feel...

confusion and embarrassment is all that i am left with...