Another broken heart is he who is guilty that it is getting colder, rougher and less feeling, but not crying at times knowing that I give you everything and in return I receive nothing.
Maybe it's because I'm so good that people treat me so badly, maybe it's because I came to cling to the people that they are like that with me and playing with my feelings.
Why is it that I can not be loved or at least appreciated?
It's so hard to say Karen I love you or I just do not want you in my life Karen, maybe it's because it's better to have me there to hurt me a thousand times, because I think my tears amuse you even though they hurt me.
I am tired of being the one for you, the one that helps you in your problems no matter how insignificant they are, of being the one who suffers in this relationship or simply being the one who does not receive anything.
I hope that when he does not love you anymore, you do not want to come back because if you do, I swear to my mother that I intend to humiliate you equal or more than you humiliate me.
I want to collect my tears shed, my eyes closed and my mental problems. I hope to hurt you in the worst possible way and see you cry or at least beg.
Because now I'm a bad girl.