Book of many covers

I thought i was strong but the word "sorry" still brought tears to my eyes When i thought i finally made it then i would fall and break like never before Healing was even more painful Bits and pieces of my heart were sewn together I trusted that everyone around me understood what i was going through I trusted that they would keep my secrets and give me a shoulder to lean on But why was i left more broken than before I used to think being strong was holding on But even tough stones break I thought keeping it to myself was avoiding to break peoples hearts but instead i broke my own heart trying to prove a point Why is forgiving so easy while forgetting is so hard Why do i still dwell in the past as if i would get a price if i changed things then.