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Im writing these words so that if anybody is to find this, they'll finally understand The pain I was going through and just how deep it went How blinded i was by the darkness
I'm sorry it's the simple curse of existence "It's not polite for little girls to sit like that, you're a respectable lady now aren't you? It's a woman's job, you'll have to get used to it."
The pains still there. Rotting me, from the inside out, but I can hide it so easy. I hope you know what I'm talking about. It's hard to feel, anything real. When you pushed me out,
Dear dad, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I cannot talk to you Whenever I’m down and feeling blue. I’m sorry I don’t talk to you more About what’s going on or how I rode out this storm.
It takes the tiniest thing to start it. The smallest mistake, the tiniest fuck up, and I'm going. Suddenly every little thing is a big screw up or a fluke and I don't deserve to be here Can't describe the begining.
I always knew it wasn't love. At least what you felt toward me wasn't What I felt was love. I was real. Wasn't I? Maybe I am just a selfish child. I wanted a boyfriend.
i am somebody yet i am nobody i am somebody yet another plain face in a crowd
im sorry if i made u blue all your life im sorry for your life im sorry for you do you forgive me im sorry about your life