I’ve tried to give you everything I can but still anger lives in your heart. All the luxurious that others have to fight for have been put by your side and still you’re filled with such emptiness. The truth is it I can’t understand what is occurring in your head but it hurts mine as well and that is the one thing you can’t feel. I’m far from perfect and need to be more of a shoulder to cry on then the tissue to wipe away the tears yet I’m trying in my own way. Can you see that or are you just too angry?