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I'm Sorry

   A poem/maybe one day a song or something for my parents who called me a worthless piece of shit twice today and threatened to eliminate every method of communication outside of my immediate family.

   A documentary of the last week for my friends and girlfriend.

   An apology for everyone here who cared.

   It's awful, but it's all I can do.

   Maybe I'm just proving them right.

   They're always right.

I'm sorry
I can't breathe at night
I'm sorry
I never do things right
I'm sorry that it didn't work
When I wore church dresses and skirts
Just promise me
That you won't tell
But I'm sorry that
I'll burn in hell

Don't think that it's your fault
Cause it was always mine
The scars are quickly adding up
You never see the lines
I'm sorry that I wasn't great
I didn't reach above
I'm sorry that I wasn't worth
Being loved

I'm sorry
That I just couldn't stop this time
I'm sorry
That ever day's another lie
I'm sorry that I couldn't sleep
I'm sorry that I'd never eat
But promise me you'll never speak
Of missing Advil and long sleeves
I'm sorry that
I told you I was fine

Don't think that it's your fault
Cause it was always mine
The scars are quickly adding up
You never see the lines
I'm sorry that I wasn't great
I didn't reach above
I'm sorry that I wasn't worth
Being loved

I'm sorry
That there's so much darkness in my room
I'm sorry
That when I see the moon
The thumb tack I left on my desk
Will keep me from getting any rest
Just promise me you wouldn't leave
When all of this was killing me
I'm sorry
that I see the world in blue

I'm sorry
I wasn't enough for you
I'm sorry
I must say goodbye so soon

   Goodbye for a very long time.

   Not forever, but I won't be able to do any of the things I promised.

   I locked myself in the bathroom just so I could type this.

   It isn't enough, but it's all that's gonna be here for a few months.

   I'm sorry.