You said you cared.
You said you understood.
I was a fool to ignore that and I hurt your feelings.
I regret it ever since, and wanted to make things right.
Even after all that I did, you said you wanted to talk.
And yet when I said I was sorry, you hurt me even more…
You said you went through the same thing, and yet you judged me.
I was afraid, lost and looking for help, and you accused me of just “seeking attention”.
I saw you as a friend.
I asked you to forgive me.
And here I am, tired of trying, tired of pretending.
Drowning in my regrets and in your words.
Telling people I’m fine, that I’m going to be ok&hel