When you make a mistake, you have to live with it. It don't matter how big or small. Insignificant or not. You carry it, and those involved do as well. It's painful. Trust is often broken, so are connections. Family disowned. Friends lost.
No one cares about the reason.. No they don't care about the full reason.
They say time heals all wounds, but it's hard for those wounds to heal when they keep being ripped open. Time can only heal those wounds, when they are left alone. People think there helping when they make that jab at you. They think there helping when they constantly remind you of what you did… but that's wrong. It hurts. You just want to put your life back together and move forward. Is that to hard to ask for.
The endless nights spent silently crying so as not to worry those around you. The pressure of holding everything, slowly becomes to much to handle.
'Well why didn't you tell someone. We all care about you. '
You care? If you cares you wouldnt constantly remind me. You wouldn't blame another, or come up with a completely different reason as to why this happen. More importantly.. Why would I tell someone. Everyone has shit going on in there lives… why would I add my shit to there's? You may do it, but why must I. If you cared you wouldn't tell the world. You wouldn't make it conversation starter for all your friends.
I'll work it out on my own… I promise I'm ok… remember 'fake it till you make it's