Dear Lisa,
You were my sun, my stars, my reason to wake up in the morning.
And now we don't say "hello." to each other.
It happened too fast. I was desperated, you were desperated and I tryed to help you; I remember you complained 'cause you felt alone, you said "I haven't a boy-friend 'cause I'm ugly and fat, no one wats me. This life is a shit, I hate everything." I could not see you crying, depressed, unloved, unhappy. But I was desperated too, and you didn't care. You're too selfish. So I thought: I can do something for her. Something like let her meet a boy. My ex-boyfriend. He was sweet, kind, funny, crazy, all that she needed.
I let you meet him, and you didn't tell me that you went out another time.
He was in love with you, you know?
At the disco you kissed him, and he was so happy. So happy that he said me: "Did lisa told you I kissed her?"
"What? I didn't know it.."
"Oh, I'm Sorry."
"It's not your fault.."
"Try to talk with her."
"Yes. See you."
From that time we started argue.
You said me such terrible things, and I said you that you was too busy thinking yourself that you didn't notice the cuts on my body. And the dark circles around my stupid sad eyes. I got thinner and thinner, my jeans were too big to be wore to my fragiles legs.
My bones were collapsed and you paid attention only at the colour of your nails. My hair were falling down, and I didn't sleep at night anymore.
So fuck you, I hate you. Eleven years loving you, and two seconds to break everything. I hope God will know what to do with your fucking soul.
