If tiredness came to me and snatched sleep away, this is what I'll be.
Mad, frustrated and annoyed.
I'll continue to talk about how sad I was when I had to do what was right, or how I was panicking when I knew what would happen next or how I'll never stop feeling sorry. I may have been hurt, but that doesn't mean I intend to hurt someone else.
I'm sorry I gave hope to you and probably snatched it back in the blink of an eye. I'm sorry you had to feel what I felt, I never meant to. I hope the tears I shed is enough to compensate for the pain you feel. I'd give you credit for you were the only person to ask me about my day or to ask if I was okay when I looked down. I really never deserved all this. But will you ever read this? And if you do, will you know this is for you?
