That you is love

I asked myself, 'who am I?'
Unintended is what I heard;
'You are not human!'

Did you loose something while reading (this)?
I know you have,
It is patience.
But, I am sorry, you cannot kill me out of anger.
I killed myself to let you live.

Let me hope, you will call me 'human',
Have mercy, and stop disturbing my silent journey for the generations to come.