Like they say,

Hate is strong

But I say,

It is not strong enough

I have a hate

I have a hate for someone constantly filling me up with disgust

If I were a judge I would charge him for attempted murder for attempting to kill my life

Theft for stealing all that I have

Manslaughter for ripping, cutting, slashing every bit of my soul apart

I gave him my tears but he comes back for more

If I were to die, he wouldn't care

In his mind, I am his rug

His floor

To him, I am dirt; just another thing to pick up after

I try '¦ it makes no difference

When I talk, he goes into a sudden deafness

My joy, his hell

My hell

His joy

Hate, not strong enough

It is inaccurate, erroneous, distanced for this feeling I have

Hate,

Not strong enough