And so I might've said
Goodbye a million times,
And so I might've sighed
And given up more than once.
And so I might've typed a lot,
Words that tell the truth,
None seen correctly
Always the spur of youth.
And so I might've said I'm done.
And so I might've lied.
And so I might've said I'm fine
Then cried a million times.
But I'm still here.
And I still ache.
And I still say so.
And I'm sorry.
And I can't put off
The urge to end
Because it's a part of me
That never makes me pretend
That even if I want others to live
I don't want to fend
And so I can't put off
The urge to end.
And so I say I'm sorry
Without an end
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 2:18 PM UTC
And so I might've said
Goodbye a million times,
And so I might've sighed
And given up more than once.
And so I might've typed a lot,
Words that tell the truth,
None seen correctly
Always the spur of youth.
And so I might've said I'm done.
And so I might've lied.
And so I might've said I'm fine
Then cried a million times.
But I'm still here.
And I still ache.
And I still say so.
And I'm sorry.
And I can't put off
The urge to end
Because it's a part of me
That never makes me pretend
That even if I want others to live
I don't want to fend
And so I can't put off
The urge to end.
And so I say I'm sorry
Without an end
I don't even know where my mind has gone off to
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