Morning till night

Morning of reflection,
Afternoon of despair, and
Night of aching.

It wasn't easy but he has to know.
Now he knew it,
it wasn't even tougher to dealing it.

Some things were meant to be and some things weren't,
he would remain as someone who cared for and loved me.

A thousand sorries would not do the trick,
once hurted always hurted.

Relying on human's strength is hard,
I experienced it myself.

All I needed was someone to talk to,
sometimes it's hard to find that someone,
someone willing to advise.

This is my worst Sunday.