I do not hate any more, I do not suffer anymore.
I guess I am glad when we are no longer, we are no longer the same.
Still, I hate myself in some way, while you are away.
I think it is because you made me sad, and I can no longer live in joy.
Thank you, however, the pain that you did, because then I knew to live.
You were often an angel, which is why I have my everything, sorry, even angels die.
Maybe I'm evil, but not because I want it.
I have it because there is no other than loneliness.