Author's note: This one is short too, sorry again but when the songs are short I tend to write less or I run out of ideas while listening to it. I could try different scenarios but I liked this one more.
The guilt was consuming me, this secret had to be told because it was hidden for far too long. I needed to tell them, but I wanted to leave it buried. Now I couldn't endure it anymore, there was a time where I wanted to tell you but I couldn't say it then. I cry because I feel sorry towards you and I cry even harder because I couldn't protect you. The wound was getting deeper and deeper as if pieces of broken glass that I couldn't pull out but only push in until I couldn't see them. Since it was so deep, only the heart hurt every single day. They were crying, I wanted them to stop and to tell me something, damn it! They were punished in my place; they were only delicate and fragile. I wanted them to say something to me, the me who had zero courage.
I always asked them why would you do that to me then, but they would always say they were sorry. I would try to tell them but I would always say "forget it," and thought 'what right do I have to tell you this, or that'. I would whisper to the air, I'm sorry, I'm sorry to my brother and my sister but even when I tried to hide it or conceal it, it just couldn't be erased. What more did I have to say, I always asked myself if they were calling me a sinner but I never knew. I cried and cried, but I would beg for them to dry my eyes. The light, that light, I wanted it to illuminate my sins, where I couldn't turn back because of the red blood that was flowing down. I felt like dying every day, silently screaming "Please let me be punished" but also whispering "Please forgive me for my sins". Can you, please?
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Wings
Short StoryI was kind of inspired by BTS' last album, Wings. I wrote some shorts, and I guess my friends liked it, so I am posting my very first story here. Hope you like it.
