I think he felt how I feel..
he spoke softly to me for a moment..
I know I shouldn't have done it..
I'm sorry..
I didn't mean it..
But I was upset..
Because no matter what I do,
how good I try to be..
I feel like as if my presence wasn't meant to be fit in here..
Not only do I feel being outcast in the outside world..
but in here too..

she said it..
I know she meant it..
Because action speaks louder than word..
all these yrs, I saw those actions..
I confessed..
and she told me the truth..
it hurts so much..

I know he knows..
I know he tried making it up..
but things that are done can't be undone..
and words that were out can't be taken back..

This is how I get hurt...
permanently hurt.

I tried looking ways to mend these cracks..
but everytime I try,
it seems like I'm digging into them..
I somehow decided to stop..
Because,
I know if I continue..
one fine day I may end up heartless..

I'll save myself
I'll try..