Your Whore.

I am the one you once loved,
The one, one day you faced with enchant,
The one who grew up and you did not realize,
Insisting in say that I change because of others,
that I copied everything I am, from others.

Oh, no, I did not do that,
and I am tired of all this ignorance,
I do not want and I will not be your whore anymore
Because luxury does not belong to me or even patience.

I am the child you created,
I am still in your heart,
So, let me say one thing, darling: think well or you will lose me.

The size of your love for me in the past,
Is exactly of the size of the hate,
the distrust
You feel for me actually.

Any spark of happiness
Slipped away from your inner,
As the butterflies that disappeared
In a blink of an eye.

You should hate yourself,
For everything you spoke and speak,
Por everything you did and do,
Not only to me or to the others,
But for yourself.

I am the missy you created,
I am still alive in your heart,
So, before the end, let me say one thing: watch your step or you can lose me... forever.

I am not anymore, not your anymore, not anymore
I refuse to be your whore.