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I failed my mother, I'm not what she wanted or expected of me. I failed myself, I made choice that will harmfully affect me. I failed my siblings, Whether or not they were looking up to me. I failed my family, All the burdens and expectations they had in vision to be. I am sorry, sometimes I wish I wasn't born, Never to scorn, as I type I morn, in the dark I sit alone, A passive aggressive one man storm. I just wanted peace...... peace and quiet. I yearn happiness. Sprinkle sprinkle as I type my tears flow, Long tears because I type slow, Fixing my mistakes and my typos, and here I go. I wish I was young again I would make the same choices over again, Meet my first love over again, Enjoy our first kiss over again, Hold her in my arms all over again, But if I could have started over again, I wouldn't have failed her over again, I wouldn't have given up on her over again. I am sorry. I wrote this poem and hid it from the public because I became timid all over again. All over a pen, I wish things where different I would write this poem differently all over again. I would lose and regain my focus all over a mends, Go the furthest distance for over a friend. But who am I fooling all over All over.... All over nothing again. I am sorry, As my cheeks absorb the rain from my eyes, that touch the corner of my imaginary smiles, I'm already compromised, my future is already jeopardized, and my past is already memorized. I am sorry, I word I hate and now at this distant gate, I saying it straight, Though the meaning I want to procreate goes out multiple ways, it may or may not be good enough to reciprocate, but I am sorry so it may demonstrate that I can't compensate the decisions I made when I was less fortunate lacking the wisdom I have now to help meditate proper analysis of thinking to facilitate my short comings. Read it again let it marinate. I'm sorry because I am passionate, because I had myself on an automatic levitate to elevate. Instead to my self I chose to relegate, choices a powerful advocate. I am sorry, I feel broken inside, I'm crying outside, and only in God I can confide. I failed my mother, Now she doesn't hold me in high regards, I failed myself because I dropped my guard, I failed my siblings, I made things hard, I failed my family, my ******* deepest fear I gave regards Yet I would do it all over again, Sad reality the realm of regret. We all wish we could do it all over again Though there're so many thing I wouldn't do over again, and saying I am sorry would have sure been one of them.
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Dec 21, 2024
Dec 21, 2024 at 1:26 AM UTC
I am Sorry
I failed my mother, I'm not what she wanted or expected of me. I failed myself, I made choice that will harmfully affect me. I failed my siblings, Whether or not they were looking up to me. I failed my family, All the burdens and expectations they had in vision to be. I am sorry, sometimes I wish I wasn't born, Never to scorn, as I type I morn, in the dark I sit alone, A passive aggressive one man storm. I just wanted peace...... peace and quiet. I yearn happiness. Sprinkle sprinkle as I type my tears flow, Long tears because I type slow, Fixing my mistakes and my typos, and here I go. I wish I was young again I would make the same choices over again, Meet my first love over again, Enjoy our first kiss over again, Hold her in my arms all over again, But if I could have started over again, I wouldn't have failed her over again, I wouldn't have given up on her over again. I am sorry. I wrote this poem and hid it from the public because I became timid all over again. All over a pen, I wish things where different I would write this poem differently all over again. I would lose and regain my focus all over a mends, Go the furthest distance for over a friend. But who am I fooling all over All over.... All over nothing again. I am sorry, As my cheeks absorb the rain from my eyes, that touch the corner of my imaginary smiles, I'm already compromised, my future is already jeopardized, and my past is already memorized. I am sorry, I word I hate and now at this distant gate, I saying it straight, Though the meaning I want to procreate goes out multiple ways, it may or may not be good enough to reciprocate, but I am sorry so it may demonstrate that I can't compensate the decisions I made when I was less fortunate lacking the wisdom I have now to help meditate proper analysis of thinking to facilitate my short comings. Read it again let it marinate. I'm sorry because I am passionate, because I had myself on an automatic levitate to elevate. Instead to my self I chose to relegate, choices a powerful advocate. I am sorry, I feel broken inside, I'm crying outside, and only in God I can confide. I failed my mother, Now she doesn't hold me in high regards, I failed myself because I dropped my guard, I failed my siblings, I made things hard, I failed my family, my ******* deepest fear I gave regards Yet I would do it all over again, Sad reality the realm of regret. We all wish we could do it all over again Though there're so many thing I wouldn't do over again, and saying I am sorry would have sure been one of them.
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25/M/Enslaved abyss
Dec 21, 2024
Dec 21, 2024 at 1:26 AM UTC
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