April 30, 1983
Broken
You can take away all my love what, do I need it for?
You can take away all these words, there's no meaning anymore.
You can take away everything, leave me lying on the floor.
All those sorry's.
We can't go back to the start.
You can't fix me, I'm torn apart....
You can take these photographs, watch them fade away.
You can throw away all these letters. I don't care about what they say.
All those sorrys.
There's a million reasons why you can't mend me.
Don't even try.
I'm sorry....I'm sorry....I'm sorry. I'm so sick of hearing those words! I swear if someone breathes the words I'm sorry to me one more time I swear I will lose my mind. It sickens me. It makes me want to drown in my own vomit. I'd rather die than hear another sorry.
The sorrys I hear day by day. Month by month. Year by year. Leaves me drained. All in different voices, in different tones. Anguish, pain, pity. They all Mock me. I'm stuck in a corner with them trying to take me with them. Swallowing me. They all pile up in my room, congesting me, closing in on me so tightly that I can barely breathe. I can feel myself suffocating... slowly running out of oxygen, because I'm being force fed with lies, and sorrys. And I'm choking on them as I bleed all the dignity I have gained, and all the happiness I have developed out along with them.
I can't use another sorry. Not when there's poison drenched all over it. If anyone has another sorry for me, they can leave it between the taste buds of their tongues.
Leave it waiting at the front door.
I don't want another sorry.
I can't use another sorry.
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