Oh, to see you again in my eyes
I still miss even the white lies.
Made me questioned my worth
pretending everything’s my fault.

You are now strange and cold,
just happened, uncontrolled.
I used to think that fire can also be embraced
the longer you hold, leaving a trace.

Is it really hard to say “sorry,”?
you shattered, your accountability.
Maybe I said it first —
you just haven’t heard — all the curse for worst.

Justified Actions Caused Killings