I'm Sorry

January 26, 2014

At time like this,

I clench my teeth so that the tears don't fall.

When I hear the words that come out of your mouth,

I feel useless, incompetent...

Like a dead weight.

Sometimes I wish I hadn't been born.

Life will be easier for you then.

I'm sorry.

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wolf-manJan 26, 2014

<p>Hey, don't think like that, you are special in God's eyes.</p>

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