And you’ve done it again.
Your words are cold, stinging my flesh and sinking into my
heart. They melt away my life, leaving me breathless and
empty. Sometimes I start to think that maybe you don’t
know what you do to me but it quickly goes away the
moment you look at me.
You don’t care.
I’m tangled up in disaster, drowning in misery, and trying to
hold onto sanity. You drain everything out of me, leaving me
without even an ounce of hope. Confusion swims through my
veins silently suffocating me. I’m choking for air, fighting to
survive, but I cant when I’ve lost every part of me.
Your words haunt me at night. Whispering in my ear “you’re
never good enough” as I attempt to fight the voices telling me
it doesn’t matter if I’m alive because you said it’d be better if I
died. Your face lingers in my head as your sleepless eyes look
into my soul. They tell me that you hate me; I’m worthless and
not wanted anymore.
And did you know;
I’m sorry.
Sometimes, I don’t want to be what everyone wants me to be.
I’m sorry that everything you saw in me has crumbled to the
ground and I’m no longer the person you thought I’d be. I’m
sorry that I’m not the perfect little girl that I used to be.
Sometimes, I just want to be me.

I'm sorry.




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