Never regret,

Before that, you would never shut us up. You would never tell us that something was wrong. You would never say those things about my mum. You would NEVER do all the things you've done. But after his death, you're a new person. And a worst person. Trying all the time to call the atention, to make people feel sorry for you.
I realized that it was worst with time. Until I exploded. And I'm tired. And I.HATE.YOU.
Everything is so clear now.
My first, and my last. Goodbye. But not good luck.
I wish It would be you, instead of him...
Bitter tears would rain away years ago, when I was a little child and you used to fool me so easily. Now, maybe, they are full of hate and misery. Maybe they don't even "are".