I hate you for what you did

I'm so angry, you.

I cannot believe you would do all that. Every time I remember bits and pieces of it, I feel so mad I let it all happen. And I feel so mad you did that.

I realized that you never even loved me. If you did it's probably not enough, or for the wrong reason.

I cannot believe you would hurt me like this.

All this anger is just hurt transformed.

Yet I miss you like a little kid.