You said you always told the truth.
You said you always kept promises.
Always loved me, the love was unconditional.
I started to doubt that as soon as I hit age six.
Was it all a lie?
Were you ALWAYS telling lies?
Once I hit twelve, I began with depression and the emo feelings.
Because whenever I thought of you, I thought that no one deserves to cry on their holidays.
I was wrong.
Karma for you. 😄