I was made from a part of you. Some days you complete me, but in the end you break me. My mind warps and warps, never stopping. My tears may never stop. It's all because of you. You make me question myself. You make me think that I'm not good enough and that I'll never be good enough for you. That I'm not worth it and I'll never be. We're so much alike, you and I. Just because of what you suffered, that doesn't mean you make me suffer. I try hard everyday, and then you walk in and everything that I've built and worked so hard on goes to waist. I hate and love you. Though I can't trust you because of what you did. Maybe a part of me will always be broken. Oh well. That's me...