im sorry
every time i try to help
to make things better
i just fuck everything up even more
i try to heal the wounds that i have created
to mend the feelings that i have hurt
but every time i try
its like im fighting against myself
its taken a while for me to realize this
but things will just never change
nothing will get better
it will always stay the same
no matter how many times i try to explain it
no one ever gets it
things just cant change
these scars on my wrists
all over my body
are just lines from the past for me to trace with a sharper edge
the friends that i now have
i will always be a burden to
always holding them back
forcing my dark mood onto them
dragging them down with me
im sorry
im sorry for messing all of this up
im sorry for even trying
im sorry for even being here
im fucking done
at least i can say that i tried
but im tired of pulling myself back together
just to rip myself apart again
as i bend over backwards trying to fix all of my mistakes
im sorry
but there is nowhere to go from here
im not leaving
i just dont know what is left
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The Hauntings of My Mind
RandomSo this is my book of poetry. it starts off with a few of my really old poems but I promise you they get better. sorry if the poems are a little depressed or kinda sad, when I write I put my emotions into it and usually I write best when I'm upset...
