(no Title) Poem by austin hardr

</>I’m sorry I’m not perfect,
I’m sorry I’m not right,

I’m sorry I always want to cut, bleed away, and die.

I’m despise who I am,
Most nights I wonder where this path began,

I dream of a life where I am happy,
Full of life,
No blood on my knife.

Where I won’t have to fight to hide what’s truly inside.
I hate that I scare you,
I hate that I worry you,
I hate that I love you because I know I could never be by you.

It’s all so damn crazy,
I’ve lost all hope I have even turned to praying.

Even though I don’t believe in a god,
I hate that I turned to what I believed that could be wrong.

I have nothing to lose,
I’m not afraid of death,
So if tonight may be the night I will gladly take my final breath.