Hey Stranger

i don't think you'll still remember me i don't neither cause i haven't been myself the past few months Done so many things i promised not to ever talk about The mere thought of them is scary I might just have to stop here cause I'm already beginning to feel weary Nah!, I'll just let few of them out I've broken hearts, lots of them At a point i stopped keeping counts can't even remember their name it was more of a game to me but i no longer feel the same Writing this now and all i feel is shame. I've lied, so many times So good at it that i believe them too If i feel this way what about my victims? I'm beginning to forgive myself i hope they do the same too i already let out so much please do take this as a confession cause my heart is too heavy to visit the priest in the church i don't need your pity after reading this, just redemption.