They use sorry as a cover up,
band-aid for their remorse,
and wonder why it won't do any good when they
slice open your heart with their
very hands and
their nails are sharp
puncture holes beyond any kind of
doctors help
because a doctor's qualification in the human mind and the
mentally sick can not cure
someone who is just fine, but
dying inside because
that disease hasn't emerged
so when asked for forgiveness
I'll simply comply
but have you question why
my heart is still wounded and my
soul still torn from something that happened
years ago
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PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.