I let people down and make them disappointed.
I have suffered throughout my life, but I wasn’t the only one.
If anything, I made them suffer.
My family and
All the people that trusted me
All the people that had helped me
I hate my past
I don’t like my present
I wish I could be erased
Not dead, not forgotten, but erased.
I wish I never happened.
Silent care, unknown love, and countless tears.
All the why’s, how’s, and what if’s do not matter.
My existence’s erasure would ensure everyone’s pleasure.
Ive burdened everyone i care for
I tried to make it up but the damage is irreparable