I'm sorry
I know you're trying
So hard to make me happy
To make me what I used to be
But I'm broken
Like a porcelain vase
Shattered into pieces
I'll be like this
For a long time
I know you're better
With her
Those words
Hurt me more than any bullet
Any knife
Any torture would
I'm sorry
That you're trying so hard
Maybe you don't have to try with her
You'll just be happy
I don't want you to be
Unhappy
When I'm unhappy
I'm sorry
I hurt you
I'm sorry but I can't help but to feel all this
I'm stubborn
You know that
And I won't listen to anyone
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
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It's hard sometimes
-A
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Rainy Days
Poetry// Komorebi // (n) sunlight that filters through the leaves of trees in a forest
