It sometimes overcomes you. The strange feeling of deep sadness, disappointment and anger. And though you know that you have no right to be mad, you are.
You cry desperately, trying to find something you can break without missing it in a later moment, something that makes a heavy noise when it touches the floor, or the wall. You breathe heavily and shiver. You're getting cold. Your hands make strange movements in order to get something to grap and destroy.
When you look in the mirror you see the ugliest person you've ever seen. Your face is red and lightly swollen. The mirror reflects the picture of a selfish person, the selfish part of you. You feel you'd like to hit the mirror glass, but it wouldn't change things.
Suddenly, you feel sorry. You'd like to take back some of the bad things you said, would like to change what happened. And you hope you'll get the chance to make things right...
I'm sorry
You cry desperately, trying to find something you can break without missing it in a later moment, something that makes a heavy noise when it touches the floor, or the wall. You breathe heavily and shiver. You're getting cold. Your hands make strange movements in order to get something to grap and destroy.
When you look in the mirror you see the ugliest person you've ever seen. Your face is red and lightly swollen. The mirror reflects the picture of a selfish person, the selfish part of you. You feel you'd like to hit the mirror glass, but it wouldn't change things.
Suddenly, you feel sorry. You'd like to take back some of the bad things you said, would like to change what happened. And you hope you'll get the chance to make things right...
I'm sorry
