Powerless.
Self-harm, again.
Scars fade, but the pain never does.
'What do you want to achieve?' 'What do you want us to do for you?'
I don't know. I really don't know.
Everyone is running around and trying very hard to help me, but in fact we are just walking on a treadmill.
The uncountable amount of time that we've spent together, and all those chats we had during the night,
It seems like, we had wasted our time doing things that are not going to help.
Is it true?
One day you will soon be annoyed,
Can't be bothered to talk to me anymore.
I understand.
But please, give me another chance.
Although I know that I've asked for lots of chances, and made numerous promises that I couldn't keep,
Please forgive me.
I'm getting through it, just in a rather slow pace.
You might not necessarily have seen all those changes that I've made,
However in fact I got better.
I have done a great job so far, but journeys are always long and difficult.
I know it's not an easy path,
but I am still working hard.
Please appreciate the effort that I have put into it,
And forgive my mistakes.
Please, I beg you.
Sometimes people put up walls, not because they want to scare people away,
But to see who is patient enough to break through it.
Anyway, thank you.
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