I'm Sorry

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She broke you So many times That after awhile you couldn’t Feel a goddamn thing So I cried for you And you couldn’t understand why  
Dear you, I'm in love with you The way you talk You keep my eyes locked There's no other like you I'm sorry for leaving I'm trying to save Myself from hurting When I know this isn't real
I told you I’d try But I’m already so close To giving up Not on you, But on myself
Dear Mom, I’m sorry I’m not who you want me to be, I’m sorry I’m not perfect, Not even a little bit, or even at all, I am loud and, clumsy and, messy, I make a lot of mistakes,
“You’re not that good of a sister you know, if you were a better role model, I wouldn’t be like this” and right there, I began to question my purpose. What was I here for? Am I supposed to be the guide in her life or live my own?
To the boy that haunts me,I apologize.And I know if youwere here,breathing and still intact,you’d say it’s not my fault.And I know you’re right,that you pulledyour own triggerand
There are no atheists in Foxholes We knew that; we were summoning the fire gods Rituals consisting of your fingers deftly tracing my thighs And I breathing prayers into your neck
I tuck my sadness into bed Maybe when I wake up, Things won’t be so bad   Don’t turn back Don’t forgive me  
I'm sorry...Yes that's how I  should start, I'm sorry  for what I've done wrong and  for what I have yet to mess up on.  I know your sensitive,  I know I can be brash, But, I know that I love you
In my years I have done so many thingsHurt so many peopleCaused so much troubleIt was never intentionalI never meant to hurt anyone like thatLike I didTo make them cry
One day, I'll be different. I won't speak like I do now. I'll be a better person, I guess, but I'm sick of changing,   Deranging something I've actually Learned to like, why do we have
I'm so sorry. Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me.   I just wanted  To hide, I find a new reason every day.   I'm scared of Growing up, So I run,
There are feathers here. Light, beautiful, no one can Trust them, they can betray You, but they're beautiful.   There is cold here. Excuses wrapped in Coats that will never
I'm sorry I'm sorry this happened I'm sorry the world isn't what we had hoped for I'm sorry that you are scared every day I'm sorry that you fear for your life I'm sorry people like that exist
Dear Future Generation(s)         Our parents told us stories of "back then" that seemed really inspiringand had the "go get it" attitude. They told us of the times that they caught
I used to write about God In all his glory I praised him through poetry I used to write about every beautiful thing This life had to offer And it made you so happy But I gave it all up
A gun went off people were hurt or worse- killed A gun went off all because the shooter didn't like who they loved.   My heart goes out to all those who've suffered
I wanted to write her an apology But I just couldn’t find the words My voice had been stolen And just like Ariel in the little mermaid, I couldn’t speak
The same twenty-six scribbles compose every story I’ve ever fallen in love with. The same chords write every song That’s ever touched my soul.   The ability to create something beautiful
Damn you! How can I say anything if everytime I open my mouth you disappear again I was all set up to do away with every misgiving, every unsung apology that ever iched on my lips when you went up in a puff of smoke
I don’t know if you’ll ever forgive me for what I’ve done to you, and I don’t know if you’ll ever stop hating me for what I’ve done to you. But after growing up a little, I understand now that that stuff is on you;
I fear that I am a mistake a mistake of God.. and one day He'll realize it, then I'll disappear. No one will notice, no one will care, some may even be relieved..
I need to say I'm sorry to my friends for lying to your faces again and again yeah i still drink yeah i still smoke but you still loved me regardless of this stuff that you know
Adoring love is never seen as something to shy away from, beware is never a word used. Creating false dreams that sit on clouds up above our heads. Determined at first to bring soft shade on a hot day.
Because I've been broken before. Because trusting is none existant now. Because you lied to me. Because I jump to conclusions. Because I'm weak. Because I'm broken. Because I've learned to know
With masked heart and soul I burned all that I loved Truth will set you free
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