I miss the way you used to be

I don't even recognize the figure

of the person I love

The person I knew, snatched away

Put on pills that mend the pain

except they don't mend anything

They simply tone it down

and hide it away

I hate this shadow you've become

I hate how you don't ever have

anything to say

I spill my guts to you again and again

and all I want

is a response

We can't hold a conversation

You can't ever laugh

I keep acting like everything's normal

when nothing is normal

I hate this new carefree side you have

and how you stress over every

single

little

thing

I hate that there's so much

that no one can fix

I hate that it's necessary

for you to live this way

I hate that there's a dark future ahead

and no cure to fix you

I hate that I try and try and try

I hate that I can't even make you happy.

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Sometimes my poems don't rhyme because making it rhyme would decrease the power of the point I'm trying to make. Enjoy this lame excuse of a poem.