One day...

Every time it gets me down and every time it is unexplicable how you can do it, just with one call. Tucking me in won't do it. You doing it won't solve it. I won't forget. I still remember clearly how you left and how I didn't. How I stayed there after your departure awaiting for something that I couldn't understand. While waiting I picked up the stones for my castle. And you still are my biggest and hardest stone to carry. You still bother my back everyday, and you hurt my feet. You keep on pushing me over hills and mountains. You're still there and I'm still waiting. Guess one day I'll be over this and you won't bother me anymore. Pride will make of you the biggest wall in my castle, and I will put it up hardly. One day you won't matter anymore. One day I'll be able not to think of you with sorrow and sadness, and that day, it won't matter. You won't matter and I won't care if you matter or not. Because after a while, you will be just another stone I picked up to build my castle. Because when I cry, you're just another reason and not the most important. When I need someone to tuck me in, I don't call you anymore and I don't want to. When I need a shoulder to cry on, you're not it. When a tear falls down my face it just ain't you the person to dry it off. You're just not the one. I feel ok and I don't feel ok. But because you don't care and you never did, it doesn't matter for me anymore.
Nevertheless, I cry over you. I cry a river over you. It hurts that you're a stone instead of someone to help me build a castle. It still hurts that you have the power to throw me down, to kick me in my heart and it still hurts. And I keep on crying.
It still hurts...
And I still cry...