stacey joy


Im sorry


I'm sorry for being me
I'm sorry that i cut myself
i just want to be free

I'm sorry that i have depression
I'm sorry that i hate
its an obsession

I'm sorry for not being there
I'm sorry that i cry
my life is consumed by fear

I'm sorry that i attempted suicide
I'm sorry I'm worthless
time just isn't by my side

But what i really am sorry for
is the scars that still remain
I'm sorry that i cut myself
to take away the pain

Submitted: Friday, September 12, 2008

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  • Thomas Viruvelil (9/13/2008 12:13:00 AM)

    you have to know you are worthy
    Time will prove that you dont have to feel sorry
    Troubles will come on your way in life
    Troubles when faced with courage make you strong
    without troubles
    you will only be a weakling
    let troubles come to make you strong (Report) Reply

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