Rock Bottom- (Really bad Poems..)

Part 2- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that I'm not the daughter that you wished I could be.

I'm sorry that you feel the need to change this part of me. 

I'm sorry for those who have worried constantly about me.

I feel like a lost cause.

They told me to try therapy, but that only made me realize how fucked up I really am.

The doctor told me that I need to be able to want to help myself.

I'm sorry I'm not there yet.

I'm sorry that I push people away because I'm terrified that they'll push me away first.

I'm terrified that they'll stop fighting for me.

I'm terrified that they'll call me a monster.

An alcoholic. Suicidal. A user. A lost cause. A depressive self harming freak.

I'm sorry that this is hurting you.