every rose has its thorn
and i was just the one in your side.
the amount of genuine joy i may have given,
is overshadowed by the pain i caused.
there was always a maybe and im sorry i didnt act on it
when it felt the strongest
but i promise:
no matter how wilted you become,
you are still important as you were when you were flourishing.
i've said this over and over
but im sorry.
i really am sorry.
i know nothing i say will change how you feel or want to feel. but i swear to god if you kill yourself, i will truly become nonexistent and never be able to continue on.