Please forgive me...for all the tears I've shed
I never meant to make you feel like a bad
person. I know I screwed up, I won't ever act like I care again.
Please forgive me...all the times I've fixed you breakfast in bed. I've never wanted you to feel at home. I know I screwed up,
I won't ever try to keep you full of joy again.
Please forgive me...for wanting "us" to work in should've known all along. I screwed up, I'm a stupid fool for actually trying to love you.
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Self Infliction to the Soul
PoetryBroken walls, shattered glass that has been filled with dismembered memories...Could only mean one thing, depression to the mind and infliction to the soul.
