Chapter 1 - i hate this thing they call love..

I hate this thing they call love,

Its causes such pain,

Its really overrated,

In the end its all vain.



I lie there awake at night,

With thoughts running through my head,

O, death how I wish you'd come,

How I wish that I was dead.



Funny thing is,

I didn't feel like this before,

When I spoke to the one I liked,

To the one I did adore.



Odd that someone with such hate,

In whom could love abound,

When someone showed how much they cared,

When you felt with someone, as I have found.



But it was destined not to be,

It surely could never go through,

For we were both amateurs,

At this thing called love, we were people new.



I hate this thing the people call love,

And say its for the best,

But where is the man that killed himself,

For in love, he died to rest.



Or maybe the child,

Beaten to death,

Did he say I love you,

As he breathed his last breath?



Perhaps even love in death,

Would work out in the end,

But I believe it is not so,

Would I love my friend?



But for someone in whom,

In whom hate will deceive,

Could I be in love?

I don't know what to believe.



I hate this all,

This felling in heart,

If it could only see,

How I've been from the start.



But I don't want to be lonely,

I never want to be alone,

For how much fun is it,

To live life only one on the throne?

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