If your heart is wounded. It's troublesome. You would need love.

I've been giving out chances. So many times that I lost count. Do I deserve this?

Someone told me, I could find others that are better. All I have to do is let go.

Someone told me, if I don't love you anymore, I should let you go or else I will keep hurting you.

Thing is, I never said I don't. At least, not yet.

I think I've pushed myself onto the wall. There are no more space for me. I am. Sad.

Every time, I gave you a chance, you blew it off. The chances, they meant nothing to you.

Chance. I never give it out easily. Yet, it came back and stabbed my heart. So many times.

Because of you.

They said, if your flesh is wounded. You treat it easily with medicines or ointments.

But, if your heart is wounded. It's troublesome. You would need love.

Right now, I don't have it. And my heart is bleeding.

Can somebody help me? It hurts. No more tears are coming out. I don't know why.

Is this.. going to be what I was sooo afraid that it would be?

Will this be.. the end?