i am sad,

so its who what

i hadnt happened to know?

my hatred is what

i died

that night

for what you know, not had known and it wasnt known to be nice, rather unnice

so i am not bad only good

i must stay confused why am i confused,

to stay confused

i guess

its my stupidity

im not unsure but was,

unkind to, too unkind,

to you. so

is hatred


and love whom? i hadnt


why? how? it wasnt