Nobody ever wants to be born. Or be made.

You made me.

And you made me feel.

I loved you so much.

But I could never tell you.

Sure, you could make me tell you.

You made me, and could make me do anything.

But you never did.

So, you waited. And waited.

And I never told you.

For years. And years. And years.

You waited for years. Years.

I never said a thing.

Now that you’re gone, I can say it.

I can say I love you.

But I don’t.

I don’t deserve to.

You deserved better.

Than me.