I don't know if you will read this,
I don't know if you still care.
But if you're reading this, I want you to know that I'm here.
I've said the words 'I'm sorry' before, but does that really change things?
No. No it doesn't. I know that, and I know that far too well.
I know the feeling of being betrayed, being hurt and wanting nothing more than to give up,
So why did I make you feel like that?
I have to reason to. And now, I'm feeling the guilt.
Sometimes, I look back through my old diary.
I relive the recovery I went through,
But why did I recover? Did I really get there?
No. I didn't. Here I am; back at stage one. The emptiness - it's been back for a while now.
I know why it's here, it's because of what I did.
This isn't how I planned things to go; trust me, I did have a plan.
But then the walls came crashing down... Everything just collapsed.
And now I'm sat here, trying to pick up the pieces and patch things back up.
But the emptiness is still here, I wish it would go away.
Maybe it will, maybe some day.
Maybe it'll be different, or maybe I'll have to watch my best friend drift away.
Ha, I don't really think I can say that. It's already happened.
You know I'm no good with words, but you also know I still care.
I know you know I'm always here, like how you were always there.
Wow, I've even started rhyming now, isn't that swell.
Anyway,
The point is
I'm sorry. I always have been, and always will be.
