"I'm sorry for always screwing up.
For letting people hurt me.
For pushing everyone away.
I'm sorry for feeling too much.
For not accepting a helping hand.
For isolating myself.
I'm sorry for being a mess all the time.
For crying myself to sleep.
For finding something that doesn't exist.
As being what everything I've been through made me, I miss the old me too.
All I have always wanted is you.
I don't want to feel this way either as if I'm dead inside with nothing left within, just darkness mixed with chaos and I swear it's killing me.
It's like something is hurting deep somewhere in my soul but I can't find the wound.
It's like I'm drowning, and everyone is just watching.
I'm sorry for being who I am because everything hurts so damn much."
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Chaotic Mess.
Poetry"I can't understand the chaos within me," She whispers finally letting the tears roll down, crumbled in her room, curled up in a ball, gasping for breath as she tries to hold herself, as she begs her heart to stop hurting so much. A collection of pr...
