I'm Sorry

I'm sorry for the way that things have gone.
I know that I've been cold and cruel so long.
If wishes were the truth that hearts held dear
I'd wish I could admit to being wrong.

I remember shouting, screaming such abuse
and watching tears roll silent down your face.
My memories of all but pain have long since gone,
but it's your pain I wish I could erase.

There are truths to which we all hold near and dear,
and the truth is that I caused you awful pain.
I know you hate to see my self-abuse
but I don't know any other way to ease the strain.

So you watch me bleeding, lying on the floor
and I stare blindly as the red pours down my hand.
Your eyes hold worry but you know its not to kill,
and to try and stop me is much like holding sand.

So in one brief letter I say I'm sorry,
and I thank you for all that you have done.
Of all the people who could be by my side,
I'm so very glad that you're the one.