Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2016
You destroyed me and I apologized.
I was sorry. More so than you.
You loaded the gun cocked it back and pulled the trigger. I couldn't help but say sorry for the fact that my blood splattered on you.
Even though it was the slightest stain while i was bleeding out again it was me at blame.
I never really understood that. Why was i so guilty as people rushed and tried to stitch together every **** i gave. I bled out. Still I'm sorry rang through my body because I caused you to shoot me. I caused the stress. I'm the **** up I'm the mess.
My friends tell me it wasn't me it was you. They rearranged everything into the truth yet i heard you crying through phone as i lay almost dead. My heart started beating and you said "why do you make me act this way?"
I dread. I dread the fact that never does my fault or my bad dripped from your lips but the blame. The blame was on me. That was that.
You destroyed me.. And I apologized.
teenageoverdose
Written by
teenageoverdose
275
   Ravenlimit
Please log in to view and add comments on poems