Sick.

I'm sick when I have to be okay in front of you.

Even though, it's hurt me everytime I see you crying.

I am sorry dear,

I'm not the right person for you.

I'm not perfect to completely your heart.

Inside me.

It's dying inside even I'm laughing outside.

It's so hurt me, when I have to pretending like I should be happy as fuck.

I know I'm a looser when I just let you go and ignore your feeling.

I know I should not letting you go with the broken heart.

But I can't lie to myself that our love just an odd memories.

For that,

I'm sorry.