• I'm sorry for all the hurt I caused,
    the disappointment, horror, anger.
    I'm sorry I'm not the perfect guy.
    And I'm sick of pretending for you.
    Stone-faced as you yell, tears come night.
    Trouble sleeping, thinking of friends.
    Dismay, Disarray, Dis.. anything.
    Cuts and bruises, broken arm,
    all nothing to a broken song.
    A song of life, a song of despair.
    It's my fault ok? The pain in the world.
    Despair and toil, and hardship.
    I only ask one favor, on simple task.
    That you spare my mind, my heart, my soul.
    So that I may continue to write these poems of mine.
    My story, my love, my song.