There's a pain in my stomach, and my heart.
No, not by a girl. not by a friend,
But someone much closer to me.
I've heard a saying 'the people closest to you will hurt you the most so just make sure they're worth the tears.'
I never really did understand it.
I don't think I ever will.
But for some reason the ones closest to me LOVE, 
Toying with all of my most important emotions,
Tearing out my stomach and everything near it.
They think it's fun to see the blood as it spit.
I'm not sure if i can take another hit.
I'm not sure if I should walk away, or stay and fight.
Where does love and hatred cross?
Love and hatred are supposed to be polar opposites.
Not the way I have seen them.
Based on what I've seen,
Sometimes it's even possible to switch the two words and get the SAME exact point across.
Why is it that we sometimes tell the ones we love, that we hate them?
Why?