I'm sorry I'm fucked up
I'm sorry I'm not who I used to be
I'm sorry I can't support you like I should be able to
I wish I didn't have this pit in my stomach that craves attention and no matter how much you give me I feel empty
I'm sorry I'm so demanding
I'm sorry I'll never be good enough
I'm sorry I traded my thoughts for sticks and stones to keep the dam at bay
I'm sorry that you have to deal with me while dealing with yourself
But most of all I'm sorry for how selfish I am that I still feel that it's not enough
YOU ARE READING
It's a Sometimes thing
PuisiA collection of poems I've written that span over many years. They are pretty depressive so please read with caution.
