yes, i am sad.
yes, i am hurt.
yes, i am broken.
but whose fault is that?
i put my all to everyone in the end destroying myself.
did i destroy myself or did you destroy me?
cuts all over my skin are marking how many silent cries i have begged for death.
they are real
and whose fault is this?
whose fault is that i want to cut open my veins and let all the blood to run out making me cold?
i am sorry baby, i really am.