I’m sorry I couldn’t see this world through your eyes. I’m sorry I can’t go on and keep pretending I’m fine, I’m sorry that I’m not fine like everyone else. I’m sorry that I could hide my emotions so well, maybe being able to let it out in a way that didn’t result in blood would of helped, but I didn’t know how else to.
I’m sorry for everything. And I have come to realize that no one ever loving me is the greatest gift I could ever have been granted, because now that I have found my place I feel comfort knowing I can leave without a trace or a tear in my eyes. Because I know no one would have left one for me.
So please just excuse all flaws with in my filthy soul and go on as though I had never been, like everyone else has always done.