Mess

Do you feel like granting redemption?
Do you believe one can really regret?
Do you even care if I'm broken,
or your heart only holds disdain?

Your silence is what keeps me in this hell.
Makes me feel like I've done this huge mistake
that doesn't diserve forguiveness.
And I ache, I ache in dispair.

And people tell me that it wasn't that bad.
But how it cannot be?
At least that's how you make me feel.
Like hope has left me, there's no salvation for me.

Yet it makes me wonder.
I did a terrible mistake, I said I was sorry,
I did what I could to make it right,
I felt trapped, later disgusted, but now I wonder
if I am to feel this way still?
and it makes me guilty,
so I keep feeling this way
'cause when someone you care for loathes you
and it's your fault, you know it,
what wright could you have to really be happy again?