You just don't see me at all, do you? While I am actually standing here right before your eyes. You don't want to see me, or perhaps you just can't. You don't even ask me, you don't even give me the chance to speak up. I feel badly treated; you have badly treated me and my rights to defend myself. You just closed your eyes and you choose to just follow him, and you left me all behind, you abandoned me, you agreed to shut me out altogether, and I was there standing alone with my stretched eyes and opened mouth, screaming curses and wrath out of my confused mind.

You shut me out, you left me out alone and you replaced me with another figure all in a glance. It was as if I was hallucinating, like everything was an illusion ever since the beginning and I actually thought you all were my next true family, and I realized it was a dream, a true nightmare, and now I have finally woken up and I am motionless in this numb sobriety.

I feel badly treated and I feel hurt too much to even breathe and have all your dark shadows flash around in my sickening mind, and I can not believe how I have always thought of you as one of the best things that ever happened in my jaded life. You were like a small bottle of perfume called "LOVE" that I always wholeheartedly sprayed on my skin. Being with you always felt like breathing a small bag of fresh air to me, something that I can hardly get in my own world, behind these golden bars. I could taste the scent of vague love when I was with you, even if it was vague, I could still feel the sensation, the sensation which brought me peace. I thought I had found my sanctuary until this came and hit me and the next thing I had to face was the fact that everything had been shut down on purpose.

I never could understand everything beneath that twisted sorrowful soul's mind. Her own wrath upon me, I never could understand, I wish she would explain to me, yet it no longer matters now, does it? She always knows how to stab me right through my weakling heart. While all I know, the real problem is only between me and her, but she had to make this into a real drama.

Nothing really matters anymore now for you have showed me nothing else but nothingness. I am now drowning in my own devastated state of mind, I am no longer yours and I will never be one of you all ever again, you have finally showed your true figures, and how weird it is to know, that I can finally see all your vivid figures clearer than ever before, when you decided to give up and leave me..

So, tell me, how would you feel, if you were me? Tell me. How would you FUCKING feel?

I have told you mine.

Yet, a bittersweet ending must always be sealed with a token of gratitude, no matter how painful it might be.

Thank you. Thank you for everything that you are not.

P. S: Felicidad... Good luck with the new one...