• Hate me for not being there.
    Hate me for not protecting you.
    Hate me for not doing anything.
    Hate me for not seeing the light, your smile.
    Now I'll never see it.
    Now I have to carry the burden of the thoughts.
    The thoughts of what if.
    What if I had been there?
    Would you have gotten shot?
    Would the restaurant have been robbed?
    Would you have been in the hospital?
    I want to know if you will please hate me.
    I deserve hate.
    I deserve glares.
    I deserve tears, and shouts of "GO AWAY" from you.
    I see the blood, and your agonized frown.
    Don't forgive me.
    Hate me.