I Hate This

I hate this.
I really do.
This sick feeling of me not loving you.
But what can I say?
You stabbed me in the back.
You betrayed my trust,
And I don’t know if you’ll ever get it back.
I told you things.
You swore on your life.
Yet, you went ahead and shared
Like no one was in sight.
How could you do that?
I thought that you cared.
To me we seemed as happy as can be,
But I guess that’s not the case.
Do you enjoy seeing me hurt?
Do you enjoy seeing me cry?
You say you love me,
But I know now all you speak is lies.
I hate this.
I really do.
This sick feeling of me not loving you.
But what can I say?
You stabbed me in the back.
You betrayed my trust,
And I want you to know
That you will never get it back.