I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for the rhymes that didn't pay in dimes nor colored words. So many promises left to rott on the soft parallel that lie beneath.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for the times I said I would yet that uncomfortable feeling weld inside. So many tears and unfiltered years pushed through barriers of my mind.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for the crimes acted against my body. Hatred and cruelty plague every surface yet left unscathed. Not many people know the way around my brain, and yet I accept empathy.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for the years of buds streaming from ears that make it seem like I'm annoyed. Maybe it seems like I'm mean and filled with nothing but obscene, but even I know the limits.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that it appears as if I know of zero tears and shaky hands don't come into play. So many times, I've wanted to cry, and yet I turn the blind eye and completely shut these feelings away.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that I'm sorry and even worried about tomorrow, but I just can't keep the words at bay.
Because I am sorry. I am so sorry that I am me, and at the end of the day, I am sorry for living for nothing at all.
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Slasher imagines
FanfictionAs said in the title.. I am just a lonely girl who is obsessed with horror movies, and even more, the slashers in said horror/thriller movies. I have been very busy recently, but I am trying so hard to keep the posts up! I hope you have a great day...
