Kerrie Maurer


I'm Sorry


I’m sorry I’m not perfect
I’m sorry I’m not right
I'm sorry I'm a wreck
I'm sorry I'm wrong
I’m sorry I always hurt
I'm sorry i just want to bleed out and die.
I hate who I am
i hate the life i live
Most nights I wonder
Will i make it through today
what else will go wrong
how much will break me down
I think over and over
how and where did this path begin
I can only dream of life thats good
where I can be happy
Full of life and color
Without my blood on my floor
without using a blade
A life Where I won’t have to fight
a life i dont have to hide what’s truly inside
or whats really wrong
I hate that I scare you
I hate that I worry you
I hate that I love you
because I know I hurt you
It’s all a mystery
Its all a blur
I lost all hope to find this life
I lost hope in even dreaming it
Although I don’t believe in god
I hate that i could be wrong
In believeing there isnt one
I truly have nothing to lose
I’m not afraid of death
So if tonight i take my final breath
I will take my final breath
Im sorry i think this way
Im sorry this is what it is
In all honesty
In everything done
Everything lived
Im sorry i was ever born

Submitted: Monday, August 12, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 13, 2013

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