I'm sorry. Its my fault. It just hurt the way you were talking about people like that. My cousin is like that. It hurts that you think people like that "don't have a chance" in this world. If I had what they had, no matter how severe, you said you wouldn't date me.
I'm sorry I'm scared now. Scared to have children in fear that you wouldn't love them, or would be miserable. I'm sorry that I think it's wrong the way you react when something small happens with that person. I'm sorry that I don't think it's right. Please don't feel bad. Its not your fault. Its how you feel. I just need to get over that.
I'm sorry I'm starting to talk less and less. I'm sorry that my depression and anxiety hinders my ability to talk and act sometimes. Please don't feel bad, though. Its my fault.
Its my fault.
I'm sorry.
Please forgive me.
YOU ARE READING
Everything In Sight
PoesíaThese are just little writings of my life and how I feel. Most of it will probably be depressing due to there being a lot going on. Thank you.
