Sorry
I'm sorry that I'll never be
Good Enough.
I'm sorry that I'm such a
Fuck Up.
I'm sorry that I lied about
Being Fine.
But I couldn't let you in.
I couldn't let you see my pain.
A L L I W A N T E D
Was for you to tell me
It's Okay.
And for you to hold me while I cried.
But I was ignored.
I got put down.
And I was left to my own self- destruction.
So I locked you out,
And hid my tear-streaked face,
And blood soaked skin...
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