Heartbroken.

Yes, I'm not perfect.
The longer you're staying with me, the more negative stuff you'll realise about me.
So there's another argument with leaves another scar on my heart.
The more we argue the more we know about ourselves.
I just couldn't be perfect.
Sorry to say NOBODY IS PERFECT EITHER!
I don't have to always be what people want to see.
This is me. Nobody knows more about me than myself.
You point and judge.
Ya, whatever.
I'll promise I'll change is just that you didn't realise.
I tried hard to tolerate.
You still can't accept the fact that I'm acting this way.
I might not be good at talking back.
You should set a limit to it.
Don't always make use of my weakest point.
Who else can make me more heartbroken than you?
The awkward silence that we had everytime after argument.
You said you're sick of me reacting like this.
Same goes to me I guess.
Every sentence that came out from your mouth hurts more than anything.
Lets not talk bout it anymore.
This is just so torturing.

Yin