
I thought I was ok. I really thought that I could do this, but here I am at 2 am crying myself to sleep like I was a month ago.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort - Words: 181 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 11-10-12 - id: 3073026
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I don't want you to be sorry for the break up.
I want you to be sorry for the pain you caused.
I want you to be sorry for the damage you did.
I want you to be sorry for every tear I shed for you.
I want you to be sorry for every night I cried myself to sleep.
I want you to be sorry for the trust that I lost.
I want you to be sorry for every morning I woke up and thought I couldn't make it.
I want you to be sorry for making me feel like I want to die.
I want you to be sorry for the way that I am now.
It's your fault. I want you to know that sometimes I put on the mask so tight that sometimes I start to think I'm ok.
I want you to be sorry that I can't do this anymore.
But most important of all, I want you to be sorry that I won't be sorry if I hurt you the way that you hurt me.
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