Blame me for my pain Chastise me for my tears Reprimand me for feeling and for saying what you don’t want to hear.
I’m sorry that I hurt so much Hurt so much that it leaks through my tear-ducts, Bleeds through my scars, and reaches you— You.
You make it all about you. Because how could I be so selfish. How could I dare hurt you By hurting myself.
Don’t you think I could’ve used a shoulder to cry on? Hands to soothe? Arms to sink into? Because I think do.
All I sunk into was myself, I repressed all you saw was wrong with me Deep deep within me. Deep deep until I was no longer me Or I. Deep deep until I no longer was.
Lost lost Lost in myself, Losing myself. I’m losing myself. And you’re losing me too. God, how could I do this to you.
I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for hurting.
Thinking about how my parents yell at me or tell me off when I cry. How I was yelled at when my parents found out abt my sh and su-c-dal ideation/attempts. I just wanted a hug, to be honest.