Poetry by Tommy

Red Seven Times

Hurt
Sadness
Regret
Worry

I messed up.
Big time.
Beyond repair.

I hurt you.
My best friend.
The only person I've ever loved like this.
All it would've taken was the word no.

But I was weak.
And stupid.
And hurting.
And you know what they say, hurt people, hurt people.

And that's what I did.
I hurt you.
My best friend.

The only person who's believed in me.
My number one motivator.
My biggest fan.
My everything.

I'm sorry.
And I can't fix it.
I've ruined everything.

So in another moment of weakness I turned to my old best friend.

A friend who's shiny and silver.
Who cuts the pain away.
Slowly turning red.
I can't feel it though.
I can't feel anything other than sickness and hate for myself.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.