Atonement?

P: The Apology T: Regret/ confused

I'm sorry for all that I've done to you

The whole world seems to say

That I do these things to everyone and I can't help but feel ashamed

The worst part is that I can't help it

Because i didn't know until now

I wish I could talk to you about this

But every time I try it seems like I can't quite find the words in my mouth

What do I do instead

I complaints much you say I quotes

But then what

I confused

Because that's all I've ever done

Is complain

Just do something about it I hear a voice say

All the things I complain about are the things I can't control

When I open up my mouth in a book no one seems to tell me to shut up

It's because they choose to hear me out

While everyone else wants to push me away

I'm tired

It hurts me to know

That I don't know how to do this any other way

But there are still some others that that I know a way to get around And hear me complain

That's all this is i realize

Just another way to complain

And yet I keep going on getting trapped in my own thoughts

I'm sorry for all that I've done for you

I wish I would die

That's the truth

It's like...

I can't seem to survive

The reality

So I turn here

And write another chapter

I can't slit my wrist

So what do I do

And the friends I have

Don't want to hear it any more

I'm sorry that I complain so much

But mainly, I'm sorry that you don't have a choice to hear me out.

Conclusion: I talked to one of my friends yesterday and they explained that everyone thinks I complain too much. I realize I write in a different way in which I speak.through poems I speak And through stories I write in a way of release. They're two different ways for me to tell the world about my life. The one thing I do want though is for this to just stop. If I could talk about something else I wouldn't but I never have a topic except for my demise.