I tried to fix all my mistakes,
I tried to change your mind,
I tried to make it all okay,
But I guess it's just too late.
I'm sorry I betrayed your love,
I'm sorry that I lied,
I'm sorry I went and broke your heart,
But sorry's not good enough.
I don't know why I broke your heart,
I don't know why I'm scared;
I don't know why we're torn apart,
But I'll finish what I start.
I can't fix all the wrong I've done,
And I can't fix your heart;
I can't fix the rift between us now,
So I guess I'll be alone.
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The Art of Confusion
PoetryDiana Miller is schizophrenic...or at least she thinks so. She has never been clinically diagnosed because her father believes that mental illness is demon possession, and she knows he would never take her to a psychiatrist. To cope with her inner c...
