I'm sorry.
I know that it's just an apology.
But I mean it.
I am.
The thought that you,
Might hate me,
For telling the truth,
Would hurt me more,
Then the pain I feel,
Whenever I cut myself.
I held it in.
I waited too long.
And now it's pouring out.
I'm sorry,
That this is all had to happen.
I'm sorry,
That this is what it's all about.
The way you treated me.
The way I loved you.
I felt it was unfair.
But I never thought that urting myself,
Would make the thing seem weird.
I never knew,
That what I did,
Was paining everyone.
I tried so hard,
To help myself.
I didn't think,
Of anyone else.
I was trying so hard,
Not to be selfish.
But In the making,
I was.
I'm sorry that I hurt you.
I'm sorry that I did.
And I know I'll never be forgiven;
This is a bad timing,
I know it is,
Believe me.
But the feelings just can't stay hidden.
My friends always said,
That I should cute,
Because that way,
The pain won't spread.
The emotional pain,
Is always worse,
Than any physical pain,
I've experienced.
But really the emotional pain,
Goes even higher,
When I do,
Cut myself.
The burden,
The pain,
The life that they hold.
I'm sorry that they,
Could not behold,
The meaning in which,
They felt that way.
Because if they hadn't,
I would be upstairs,
Cutting myself.
Every day,
I come home and call,
Then I sit down,
With a knife.
I pick it up,
And bring it down hard,
Cutting my skin.
I never thought,
It would be so hard.
The card I drew,
Just happened to be,
The last card in the deck,
Which should be me,
The one they throw away.
But thanks to friends,
And having a heart,
I stopped being the one,
To create a mark.
The scars are stuck there,
They're part of my past;
And now I live freely,
Because I have passed.
I love you so much,
And I'm sorry for the pain.
I never meant to harm you,
All the same.
I'm sorry,
That you had,
To experience this talk.
I'm sorry that I,
Couldn't take the walk.
I gladly said no,
To everything else.
But when it came to this,
I couldn't think of to resist.
I crid all alone;
I felt so tired;
I cut my wrists,
Just so I could retire,
From the pain,
That caused heartbreak.
But now I realize,
That all that sorrow,
All of that worry,
Went straight to you.
And now I cry,
And I don't want to be comforted.
I dont' deserve the sorry's,
I deserve the pain.
I'm sorry.
Hey there, I have recently been through this, so I know where your coming from, to an extent, only no one told me to do it, I blame my father for most of my emotional pain, but it's up to us to control ourselves...and believe me, it really traumatizes our parents(at least my mother) when we hurt ourselves physically and intentionally...and it's good that you are saying sorry...but one thing I don't understand is that you mentioned that your friends said that you should cut, that's not friends....then later you said 'thanks to my friends, and having a heart...I stopped being the one to make a mark'...I am a bit confused-I hope they were the good friends that helped you to stop....anyway, I never had a habit, but I don't feel as ashamed to admit that I have tried it a couple of times in my life, when the physical and emotional pain seems like too much-I thought I should lighten up some of my poems, because I tend to be extremely dark and I am chronically depressed, but sometimes visiting a new environment helps you, like recently I got out of town, and forced myself to go through the motions, almost suppressing my pain inside for the sake of the people I was visiting(my bff and her family)....now I am back in town, and welcomed back to my depression, but I still came back with a bit of a newfound glory or inspiration to believe that someday things will get better....I hope I have not said too much....please feel free to talk to me anytime you wish, because I understand..:D
Posted: Jul 15, 2008
Dannika - I'm not logged on right now, but if you do the www.booksie.com/dannika thing, you'll find my thing. :)
(not registered user)
...**snifs**...waaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! Sooooooo good....:)
That's so sad. :(
Anyways, umm...yes, very good job!!
I was wondering if you could go to my page www.booksie.com/dannika and read perhaps Hugs, Kisses and Pain and/or For His Glory and/or Even Breathing Hurts Without You.
Even if you're not christian - I think you'd like For His Glory - because it relates to younger people, and it's not all - "You must go to church! You must read the bible every night!" It explains a lot, andI think it would help some people.
Thank you so much - - you definitely don't have to read my stories if you don't want - but i'd appreciate it. :)
Anyways, good job again, it brought tears to my eyes.
Posted: Aug 20, 2008