You got it. You made me wish to reward you for all my tears, with Sectumsempra. Do you know what it is? No, you don’t. I had never felt so vindictive. You arouse the worst in me.
See this? You get me worse than that. It’s not my body. You hurt my soul, break my heart, stain my spirit… Crucio is not enough for it. You have to bleed, like I cried, because of you.
I don’t know if I want you dead, or alive to torture for your sins. Because nothing is how it has to be. Everything is so wrong. I don’t belong you. And you don’t belong me.
But no, I don’t want you to die. You couldn’t have changed me at this level. I Just want our ways to separate FOREVER. I just want to look at you and only feel shame for the poor soul and hopeless life you have.
I’m not what you make of me. That’s the reason I suffer a lot. I’m an iceberg for you, but you don’t know well not even the top of the surface. You don’t know 1% of me.
You know what? You don’t have any clue of how many tears I shed. And you never will.
Ps: Eu escrevi esse texto em inglês de propósito. Revisei e escolhi as palavras com cuidado. E eu não vou traduzir, sinto muito.
