All I ever wanted was an apology.
To hear, "I'm sorry. I fucked up. I know I hurt you."
That's all.
I have apologized so many times - for my mistakes, my actions, my heart, my soul and anything I could feel guilty for. I'm exhausted.
Here's another:
I'm sorry. For the mistakes I made. The ways I hurt you even if I never intended to. For the scars I left behind that I never meant to make. For not recognizing your pain and entrapment sooner. For not listening enough. For not giving more time where I could. I'm sorry. For everything.
What I'm not sorry for - is how I truly feel. For expressing how I felt on a time of deep pain and emotional turmoil. For doing everything I knew how to try and fix things. For reaching out when I felt I needed to. For loving you the best I could. For giving you all that I could. For trying my best to improve myself for the better. For pointing out the pain you've caused. For writing what I wrote - because it's how I felt.
And I shouldn't have to feel guilty for it.
I am sorry. Don't forget.
And I am also not sorry for being alive.
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Notes from the Mind
KöltészetI often have many thoughts on my mind, so, here are most of them trickled down into perceivable words. And maybe you can find yourself in them too.
