The not so pretty truth

I’m sorry for the pain I cause.

I’m sorry for making you bleed.

I’m sorry I don’t know how to fix it.

I’m sorry for making you hide, for loosing time, for forcing you to stay in bed.

I’m sorry you don’t like yourself, when you know that people love you and want you around.

I’m sorry for letting you settle, for giving your heart and body to someone unworthy. I’m sorry for pretending it is love. It feels good to be wanted. That isn’t love though.

I’m sorry you haven’t been sleeping. I’m sorry I forgot your medicine. I’m sorry for not taking care of you.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry I want you to disapper. I’m sorry I wish you were gone. I’m sorry for thinking about ways to make you die.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry I hate you so much.