Sorrow

When the sky was darkest in your mind, I was always there to lend a hand, a kiss, an ear. If you needed me I would gladly give my life to you. I loved you that much. So why is it that when I needed you, when I needed someone, you turned a blind eye and let me suffer in silence without a shoulder to cry on or a voice to lull me to sleep? Did you hate me that much? Did you enjoy using me that much? I don't mean to sound awry or angered, in fact I wish to thank you. Because if you han't shown me how litle you cared to support me, I wouldn't have learned how to stand on my own feet. I wouldn't have learned how to deal with heart break or with the endless nights filled with tears. Just because you broke and left me doesn't mean I died.