Knive.

Knive.
I feel so alone,
wish you weren´t gone,
When everything is lost.
 
What can I do?
I gave you all
and you didn´t give me back anything.
I loved you a lot,
I hope this pain will go over.
 
I wouldn´t know how difficult
This is, after all.
 
I didn´t know I shouldn´t give love to lose
everything, treason is a nightmare
and you had to make me dream it,
I couldn´t see what I can now.
 
Miguel Saavedra.