Are you sorry about yesterday?
Did you note the damage you inflicted
on an already broken being, a girl,
fighting to keep her tears at bay?

Are you sorry about tomorrow?
Will you regret the stupid decisions,
the way you choose to spend your life,
or your actions that will lead to sorrow?

People say the past is the past,
to stop obsessing over every little thing.
I try to tell my mind to stay out of tomorrow
but it wanders and the unknown is vast.

I’m sorry about yesterday,
and all the horrible things I did.
I’m sorry about tomorrow,
and for all the terrible things I’ll say.

I cant breathe and cant break.
You cant see my heart ache.
I want to stop my time on the clock but im already still on this earth like a rock.

I cant move, cant go, or get away from feeling low.

It's impossible to shake away this feeling inside to be tired of happiness continental divides.

The weaker i get the farther i go. Life really aches me but that you won't know.

*-K.W.

Getting to you is like jumping milestones
It's lethal to leap
But hurts to be alone.

The crack in your voice as you said good bye
And hanging up I heard you cry.
It hurt to know that you hurt too
and the fact that I don't want to lose you.

What did you do?
What did you get yourself into?
Why did you do it?
The crew pushed you threw it.
Now you're hurt.
The same hurt on you to blurt,
That you're in trouble
A hurt that lasts a time that's double.

I'll be fall and you'll be the change.
A cold wind for you to rearrange.
Raked in pile, colored by time you are.
Flying in the wind from your origin root by fare.

-k.w.

It is not so for those who's hearts are broken, to love.
Yet we find their seeking of a bandage.
They grasp our sticking and we repair the broken pieces.
Where there they love.

*Where There they love.