About It

I hate it.
A thing without explanations and tortured me without warnings.
I hate it.
For some reasons I should listen but when I won't, they starts hurting me.
I hate it.
To be care without reasons, but when I ask for help they playing with words.
What is this thing called?

To leave them behind made them sad.
Is this because I'm someone for them?

Well, now, I know, it just never treat the same sweet word used promise before. A pitiful, like I do.