I know how screwed I am.
You can ask me.
I’ll tell you.
Ask me what I regret,
Ask me what I did.
I can’t take this anymore.
You just have to be quiet for one moment.
Because I have a past,
Because I have been close to the edge,
Because I have made mistakes,
Because I probably just made one,
Without meaning to.
Do not assume.
Do not.
You don’t get to label me,
When you do not know,
Or even care to.
Because you have only known one side of me.
The side that survived,
Not the side that died.
Not the side that I hide.
You only know one side.