I’m hurting you,
and I can’t say sorry.
I look myself in the mirror,
and I see the dark in me.
I want to say sorry,
I’m helping your killers,
and I falsely feel right,
before realising it down in me.
I want to say I’m sorry,
because I wanted to free me,
not thinking that this meant,
no freedom for you.
I want to feel healed,
but I made too many mistakes,
and I have to pay for making them.
I made false promises to me,
and I forgot them,
as much I forgot how much I care,
for you.
I want to say sorry,
for my same false promises,
that led to the forgotten problem,
and to forgotten pains,
that I have to live, with it, again,
praying to not hurt you, more.
About the Creator
The Mager
Just a man in a mission.
Studying nuclear aerospace applications by day,
dreaming in the arts by night,
living in a contrast between me, my dreams and my destiny

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