Like a story...

Once upon a night i started to feel in my heart some growing hate...
One old time hate begans to overflow my britlle heart and run through my veins...
Such feeling gave me lack of revenge as i never had experimented...
my strong will of pain, and all bad things for the subject of such big cut in my heart, made me say and will terrible things...he made me taste the very flavour of hate...
There was just me and night...the dakness of night covered me totally...
and then um tear fell through my face...i just looked that particle of water transforming on a particle of my won soul...So sad í've cried....in my chest i could feel repentance, missing and pity...
i´ve cried for few minuts but while that happens i thought that it would last forever...i've cried wildly...and suddenly i was more empty that a balloon without air..looking at my pillow i could see a smear of water that come from my eyes when i expelt the enormous hate i had for a long time...i was tired...and with the cool of some night breeze i fell asleep...and all arround me was freezing like ice...close my eyes and said goodbye of that day...there was just me...my empty...my tears...and my pity...falling forever on the oblivion...as in the fairy tales...like a nightmare...like a story...