I am sorry for what I have made,
I am sorry for hating myself,
I am sorry for making you mad,
I am sorry for doing the opposite of what you told.
But do I want this?
No.
Do I want to live?
No.
Do I want to be in this?
No.
Do I want to be the one you loved the most?
No.
Sometimes I question myself,
Why do you let me live?
Why don't you kill me in the first place when you know I'm suffering?
Why do I believe in you?
Why do I need to follow everything you said?
Can't I be me for once?
I never understand.
I do not understand at all.
I do not want to do what you said.
I want to be myself eventhough I know you are going to put me in the hell.
Why do you make me in the first place when you know I'm going to be like this?
