How nice it is to hurt someone so much that it breaks them little by little and in the end say "sorry".
It's like the little word "sorry" will eliminate all the pain and the memories of me crying on the bathroom floor, breaking down slowly, until numbness return to me.
When you break a glass into pieces, try saying "sorry" to it.
Did the pieces join together and form back the same glass without any sign of previous breakage?
No, it didn't, right then how can you expect me really to go back how it was before you shatter a part of my heart into millions of pieces?
Really, how?