I'm sorry that I'm too nice
I'm sorry that I'm annoying
I'm sorry I don't have a "good" personality
I'm sorry I can't keep up
I'm sorry that I failed
I'm sorry that I don't have money
I'm sorry I give you headaches
I'm sorry that I don't stand up
I'm sorry I don't listen to the right music
But this is who I am.
Deal with it.
I'm not apologizing for that.

Promise you'll be there for me.
Be my friend by my side,
through rough times,
and happy times.
All the time be there for me.
Now you talk behind my back
Stabbing me.
Over and over again!
It was all a lie.
That promise, made so long ago.

I'm fading, slowly, but I'm still fading.
My eye lids are heavy, I have no energy.
I can feel the soft blankets brush against my skin.
I share thoughts with myself. Now I am at peace and
I will be at peace till the morning awakes me to a familiar routine.