Sorry.

But still hurted.

Sad.

But still in love.

Confused.

But not totally lost.

Thoughts and feelings have been ethed into my skin. Ignoration and depression have made the cut deeper. Time has turned the cuts into scars.

When the time melts into the precense, the scars reveales on the surface, and you can’t neither go back, turn away, hide, or runaway. All you can do is to stop, stay in the moment, and face the scars.

If I tell you I’m sorry. Please forgive me.

If I tell you I’m hurted. Please heal me.

If I tell you I’m sad. Please comfort me.

If I tell you I love you. Please take my love and love me back.

If I tell you I’m confused. Please guide me.

If I tell you I’m a bit lost. Please take me home.