I'm sorry,

Is what i wanna say.

I'm not sure,

Is what i feel.

I'm happy,

Whenever we're talking.

It's bitter,

Whenever i look at our situation.

In this game,

I am to blame.

Your name was joy,

Yet i treated you like a toy.

You're special,

Kind and unique.

It's just that,

I'm not yet ready.

I'm still,

In the process or changing.

I'm still,

Young ang making mistakes.

I'm still,

Picking up the pieces of me.

I'm still,

Looking for something to look forward to.

I can't,

Risk another chance.

Another chance,

To destroy someone again.