Anger

Anger is just another thing to fill the void, forever there, forever hollow. No matter what I use to cover it, it's still there and I can't make it go away. When something stops hurting it doesn't mean it's healed. When the sun has disappeared it doesn't mean it's night. When the pillow is dry it doesn't mean I'm not crying myself to sleep. When I'm told I've been worse it doesn't mean I'm much better now.

When I hate you it doesn't mean I don't love you...