Haters gonna hate

I hate you. Not hate as in hate. But hate as in " I hate you cause you hurt me hate".

Tell me, when did you stop loving me?
Because at that moment, that's the time you start lying to me. It's the moment you started using me. The moment I became your tissue paper. Disposed once your done.

I hate you for using me. For playing me. For lying to me and letting it on while your heart already stopped loving me.

But most of all, I hate me for believing what we had is something forever, what we had is something special that no fight or amount of differences will tear us down. I hate me for believing you love me just as much.

I hate you. I hate me.