who are you to hate me? Who are you to care? Who are you to make me think that I am not even there? Who are you to pass me by? Who are you to make me cry? to me now your nothing not even dirt. I wounded how you sleep at night knowing your not worth. I hope that you are forgotten by everyone you made feel like I felt. I hope one day you will feel the same pain I am me and that will never change.
