Death Day of my sanity

Am I so repulsive,
you need to turn your back?
Am I so discusting,
that you need have the urge to spit on me?
I thought this was a day of love, only,
you reject and deject me.
I can't stand it.
This day is one I most passionately hate.
It makes me want to cry.
Do you honestly believe that I can understand your pain,
when I am blinded by my own?
It's my day,
my personal Death Day.
To see girls with their loves,
and carrying roses, or carnations,
how do you think I feel?
I know you'd never really love me that way,
but it doesn't matter, now does it?
You made a promise you couldn't keep.
"One year, six months",
Well, it's been one year, six months,
and two days.
But it's not like I'm counting or anything.
I mean, please,
just because you've dated 3 of my friends (two of which I was close to),
you honestly think I'm angry?
I'm none of that,
only broken.
All thanks to you,
I'm a fuckin' whore near 'your kind'.
And none want this tainted, mangled body.
I am a pit of despair,
and I know I can't change that.
I only wish,
that I could be loved again.
More passionate and hopeFULL than ours.
But that day will never come.
Because I've lost my happy ending.