Gallons Poem by Jessie Jett

If I did it to you,
I did.
And I'm sorry.
Could anyone except my apology?
It was the blackest of black,
A sickening soul.
And I did.
Did you know?
If I did it to you,
I'm sorry.
Gallons of hate.
Gallons of pain.
Feeling so dead,
A world litterliy coming to an end.
If I did it to you,
I did. So easily.
I went.
Like the rain of a storm.
I was a down pour.
Gallons and gallons.
I made those sores.
If I did it to you,
I did and I'm sorry.