The problem is, I'm still apologizing to myself for the way you treated me.
For the way you ignored me when you were mad.
For the way you controlled me.
For the way you mocked the things I loved.
For the way you made me bleed in more ways than one.
For the way you made me want to stop breathing.
I'm still apologising to myself because I know you never will.
YOU ARE READING
Broken, Burnt, & Blooming
PoetrySome people want to be saved Some people don't, Some people can be saved Some people can't. {A poetry book of anything that comes to mind. Including: Self harm, Suicidal thoughts, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Gender dysphoria, LGBTQ+ themes, Love, Toxic...
