sábado, 4 de setembro de 2010

You made me who I am. . .



I am so that sometimes you treat me as if I were not human. Like I'm empty, empty of everything.
Remember that they had feelings for me until the day I met you and you made me kill them.

Matei these feelings, when you told me, still love, but still loving you would not let that love shine again, for your own pride. . .

Even if one day I hurt so much, how you talk to me, nothing justifies ma loving person and maltreating her to the point that she can no longer show how you really love someone and be loved by someone, whom we have at our side for life, not want you to have pity, I do not regret, nor guilt, but I want you to think and the attitudes that you have taken because I can suffer, but you are killing something that you have no control which is love.

I just hope you realize that in before I got hurt, is hurting yourself.
I am always willing to help when needed, but you also need to show me that need my friendship, for more than pride is greater
 
. What you need, you can call me I'm always here for you. . .