Was

I drew.
Like so engrossed.
Really nice picture.
I wanted to give it to you.
I read.
I called.
I thought.
I tore.
I threw.
I cried.
I blogged.
I cried.
I blogged again.
It hurts.
The picture's nice.
My hardwork.
Im sad.
Nobody cares.
It was a gift.
I tore it.
I drew for 3 hours.
Almost completed.
A really nice house.
With you and me.
Now its empty.
Im free.
Not happy.
Makes me hate.
Makes me hurt.
You never know.
How much i've loved you.
How much you meant to me.