My Secret.

My secrets?
Why secrets?
The keep me together, but they make you sick.
I have said I'm sorry countless times,
Because something clicked and i changed my mind.
I need you.
But you don't need me.
Days and Days go by, turning into weeks.
That i haven't talked to you.
I cry at night, because what you said, your words, so true.
That you don't care, and that things will never change.
I wish i was her, that i wasn't brokenhearted and hurt.
But it's better now that we don't talk,
Like I've before.
But i want nothing more,
than for you to come through that door.
I'm not perfect, I get mad.
But, you did what you did, and said what you had,
Maybe things won't change for us,
but i hope they do.
But because the probably wont.
I'm sorry, If what I've said, Ever hurt you.

Reviews

[BrynnaW.]

So true. None of are perfect no mater how much we want to be. Only a couple corrections to make. One (this one stops my heart): you have some lower case I's!!! Two: you must have been typing fast because you forgot a space between broken and hearted. Good job and keep writing!