I told you I was sorry,
It must have been about a hundred times or more.
I spilled the truth,
Acknowledged all my faults.
I told you the truth,
I said the words no one else could understand.
But did I ever mean them in my desperation, when there was no where else to go?
I think I must have
Does that mean I was insincere?
And have I since rebelled, turned away from the path I know I'm supposed to walk?
Have I turned my back on those who could have helped me out, shut out those who could have cared the most?
Have I made a thousand mistakes over and over again?
But how can I still be the same, I don't feel as though I am.
Everything I thought I knew turned out to be all kinds of wrong.
I find myself drifting, drifting,
Only to fall back once moe.
Maybe that's the right decision, but maybe I'll never know for sure.
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The Original Poems
PoetryA collection of poetry, all written by me. Some of its kind of sad, and kind of dark. But it's all based, however loosely, on real life. A note before you read: I'm glad you're taking the time to read my poetry :). But before you do, I'd like to m...
