Work Text:
Being Here
By Corey
I hate it when you tell the truth
I hate it when you care
I hate it when you comfort me
And tell me you're still there.
I hate the way this feels like home
I hate this sea of blue
I hate the way it cheers me up
I hate feeling happy too.
I hate it that you're always right
About what to do with me
I hate it when you help me out
I hate in more ways you can see.
In midst of all these things I hate
There is one thing that's clear
There's nothing that I can hate more
Than not hating being here.