This is the Heart that Makes you Cry

Believe me, I didn't choose to be like this. I respect you, I don't hate you.



My wishes could become a reality through this sacrifice of you, but can I be so selfish? I have enough to carry in my back. The last tear falls deep into your heart but it doesn't even touch it. It will never be enough for you; it will never satisfy you. Perhaps the sadder, the better; perhaps happiness after all does mean falsehood and thousands of lies.