Because of HIM
I've always called HIM, HIM because that bastard doesn't deserve a name in my stories.
At least that's what's my mother and my psychiatrist tell me.
See you mentally and verbally abused me to the point I couldn't talk to my best friends about it because I was terrified that you would find out.
Because of you, you're the reason I don't want to get close to anyone and date them cause you started the trend of making every one of my exes hate me after we dated.
Because of you, oh god you're the reason I hate summer and promises.

Because of him. He's the reason I've learned to control my anger so I wouldn't be like his father. He's the reason I still think about him every night, wishing I could still hear him snoring.
Hes the reason I hate thunder storms not only because I'm scared shitless of them but because he protected me through them.

And you. Oh god, you're the reason I hate you because you remind Of HIM when you yelled at me and of him when you protected me from being punched in the face. I swear I hate you and the reason I remember saying maybe you'll be mine forever and you saying of course and then you were the one to break my heart.
Oh god, you're the reason I stay awake at night and cry.
Because of them I'm so fucked up.