Growing

I am growing to hate you. Everyday I miss you but more of it turns into hate. I assume one day I will no longer miss you, but I will fully be over you. I am angry at the way you let our friendship die. I am angry at how you made me trust you and then threw it out. I am angry every day you seem to not care about the pain you have caused me. And how your life keeps going with out me. How you dont even care that I am not with you. How you dont even care that we dont talk. I hate you. If you just tried to make it up to me if you just tried to be my friend. Maybe it wouldn't have to be this way.