Im sorry...
Im sorry for the things I said,
For the words I cant get out of my head.
Im sorry...
For the way that I cry,
And sometimes wish that I could die.
Strangled by my own hate.
Entrapped by my own mind.
Tearfilled eyes.
My lungs struggle for air.
Im trying so hard not to relapse.
My head is filled with lies.
Sometimes the joy is hard to find,
Im sorry...
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