I guess there's not much else to say,
but all's not said and done.
Thinking you said everything,
but here's the very last one.
I'm sorry for all you had to see,
all of that because of me.
I'm sorry for the late night calls,
but it's better than roaming
these empty halls.
I'm sorry for the gloomy scene,
but you must understand,
I'm not very fond of apologies.
I'm sorry for all you had to see,
all of that because of me.
I'm sorry for the late night calls,
but it's better than roaming
these empty halls.
I'm sorry for the gloomy scene,
but you must understand,
I'm not very fond of apologies.
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Words From a Broken Soul
PoetryThis is stuff I wrote when I had deep moments of depression, inspiration, pain, and what I wrote to keep myself from relapsing. This is an inside look to my inner-self. Enjoy it and make sure to leave me feedback!