Congratulations

I hurt every time I hear your name.

I hate the feeling of your hugs.

I hate the way you smile at me.

I hate that you’re so perfect.

Momma’s little golden boy is what they call you

While I’m just the girl from the gutters.

You have it all.

I have nothing.

I hurt every time someone mentions you.

I hate how proud they are of you

I hate how you prosper so much

I hate how you’re on every magazine cover.

I hate that you’re in love with someone else.

But what can I say?

You have it all.

I have nothing.

I hurt every time I think of you,

I hate that you have a perfect life.

I hate that you have a perfect family.

I hate that you’re happy.

I hate that I’m not happy.

I hate me.

I hurt every time I think about how wrong I was in the past.

I hate myself for being so cruel to you.

I hurt every time I think about the opportunities I had to tell you

Congratulations.

I hate myself.

Since I’ve messed up so much in the past, let me just say it now.

Congratulations.