The Walk

Did I hurt you?

What have I done,

what did I do?

Did I do something?

Did I hurt you?

If I did,

I didn't mean to.

I am sorry,

I just blew up.

There wasn't anything

that could make me stop.

I was angry,

my world started to break.

Into pieces so small,

you couldn't even see them to fall.

My stomach hurts,

my heart even more.

It also broke into thousand pieces,

all around the floor.

Now I am trying to pick them up,

so I wouldn't feel so empty and sad.

I know that if I will pick them up,

they won't be the same.

I know that there's just me,

who I should blame.

So I am sitting on the bed,

crying.

Thinking about what I have said,

feeling like I was dying.

Then there's you,

my lovely friend.

I know you are crying too,

and again its me to blame.

I am sorry I really didn't mean to make you cry.

I would rather die,

than make you cry.

So I am sorry,

I tell you again.

I can't stop to worry,

I didn't want to cause you pain.