It's always been easier to pass the pain from mind to body. I don't want to be strong, I want to be at peace, but things don't seem to go my way.
I can't get away from this deafening mumbling pain, it's never too strong to actually feel like I need help but it never goes away, like the sound of the waves at the seashore on a windy day.
Life's not easy, I've been taught that, but I can't keep living like this; feelings bottled up and a mess in the head.
I'm not a diamond, I'm a cheap version of copper; nobody wants me, even at my best.
I'm sorry. For being like this. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Please forgive me.
Tomorrow I'll be happy again, I promise.
I'm sorry.
But please, first help me clean the blood, I can't let anyone find out.
Thank you and I'm sorry.
Sorry...
