Hate Me

This song was written from a place of deep grief and regret. It's about losing someone you love—not just to death, but to your own failures, your own silence, your own inability to say the right words at the right time. It's for anyone who has ever: Lost someone and couldn't forgive themselves Replayed a fight over and over in their head Woken up reaching for someone who isn't there Worn clothes that still carry someone else's scent Visited old places, hoping to feel close to a ghost Wished they could be hated because being loved and losing it hurts worse Realized too late that "I love you" should have been followed by something more Grief doesn't always look like sadness. Sometimes it looks like anger. Sometimes it looks like self-hatred. Sometimes it looks like begging the person you lost to hate you—because it's easier to be the villain than to live with the weight of being the one who let them down. But this song isn't just about pain. It's about the slow, brutal work of forgiving yourself. It's about admitting that you were the one who messed up. It's about sitting in that truth until it doesn't destroy you anymore. If you're carrying something heavy tonight, I hope this song makes you feel less alone. I hope it makes you cry if you need to cry. And I hope, eventually, it helps you start to forgive yourself—because that's the hardest part. That's the part that takes years. You're not the only one. I promise.