Poems and Thoughts and Whatnots

10

Is it my fault?

Was I not good enough for you to hit anymore?

I'm sorry you drink to much

And I'm sorry you make bad decisions

I'm sorry that I'm such a slut

I'm sorry that im not trained to your liking

I'm sorry I speak when not spoken to

And that I talk above or below whispers sometimes

I'm sorry for getting your gun

And for loading it up

I'm sorry for cocking it

But I'm not sorry for ending you with a bullet

It's not my fault I wasn't good enough for you to keep hitting

But I'm good enough not to let it happen again