Tell me all the terrible things you did:
How many people you killed using just your words,
Or not talking at all?
How many times your big hands wished to be on someone's neck to take away their breath?
How many times you cried yourself to sleep wishing to not wake up tomorrow?
How many times you hurt me and didn't care at all?
How many tears I cried and you pretended not to see them?
I did all this things and hated me for that,
So why when I watch you I love you anyway?
I wish I never met you,
I never say it,
I love everything that happens to me,
Even if it destroys me
Because everything brings me to be what I am now,
But god how could you be so delicate with me and the second after leaving me bleeding to death?
