I love you soo much, and yet every breath I take feels like I make you wither, every touch makes you shiver. Why cant I make things right? Why do I have soo much hate in me and not able to let it go? I fight to every diying breath to say I am nothing like my parents, and yet here I am, just like them. I fight every day not to screw up, and yet here I am. Why, oh why, can I not make things right again? I loved you in the beginning, and I will love you till the end. Baby, but I cannot hurt you any more, so see you in pain reflects on me tenfold. I love you and I WILL change.