This poem will not rhyme at all
No, not even a little bit
I'll just jot the words down as they fall-
Noooooo! I can't do this sh$t!
Get it together klein
Try it again
Everything will be fi-- OK
Just write something, man
I'm sorry for turning you grey and white with my stress.
I'm sorry for all the depressing thoughts and worries.
I'm sorry for drowning you in the tears from my breakdowns.
I'm sorry for all the kind lies and obscene truths I made you say.
I'm sorry for the red marks caused by the ropes I've tied around you.
I'm sorry for making you carry the weight of the world.
I'm sorry for the short, painful, cuts, causing the blood to pour out.
I'm sorry for making you drag razors, scissors, and blades across my body.
I'm sorry for breaking you up into microscopic shards.
I'm sorry for all the butterflies from the thoughts of him.
I'm sorry for all the problems I made you run away from.
I'm sorry I had to crush you for the sake of making others happy.
I'm sorry for trying to erase you from my life.
I'm sorry that I've been doing such a bad job at keeping my mask on.
I'm sorry for being a disappointment.
I'm sorry that I had to pain you with my existence.
I'm sorry that you have to go through so much without me by your side.
You know how great it is to make you joyful?
And to touch the highest peak of mountain,
To gain years from life which worth living,
Without any quarrel or not fighting
You know how great it is to be courageous?
To admit everything that you are afraid
To be surrounded by poems and pages,
Outfacing the life which of nonsense was made
You know how great it is to forget the death?
To neglect everything making you kneel
Once you were angry at what it was called,
But love would be a bauble as against what I feel
You know how great it is to surpass yourself?
To rise again before the absurdity of life
To feel heaven and hell even to their grains,
To embrace your own god and innermost drive
... You don't know how hard it is to be aborted
When you're stumbling at the top of a console
When you're numb and your vision's distorted,
You're about to fall, losing hardly gained control
You don't know how hard it is when everything hurts,
When all silly meanings and happenings torture
When you are betrayed by the 'forgiver god',
However, you speak about something called 'virtue'
You don't know how hard it is to be all alone
Like one day you will lie in your freezing grave,
Knowing that a happy life is impossible,
Just trying to be only powerful and brave
You don't know how hard it is to be recondite,
Every time to face the clash of dimensions
Meanwhile, “to walk in your shoes” to be fair
And be surrounded by myself in various versions
Do you really want to keep reading of my regret?
I doubt you like it.
I wanted to stop her.
She was always so happy and i never suspected a thing.
She was always so loud.
And would say stupid things.
But that's what i loved her for.
I knew something was wrong when she got quiet.
I tried to ask her what was wrong but she would just smile.
She would have a sad smile and say she was happy.
I never pressed her because she didn’t like it.
She always said she would be okay.
We got in a fight not too long ago.
She said she never wanted to see me again.
And i said the same.
You ran away crying.
And i walked away and never looked back.
And a month later i found you dead.
It was my fault.
I saw you crying.
You stopped talking.
Kept to yourself.
I don’t think i can ever forgive myself.
I didn’t want this to happen.
I came to fix everything only to find out it was to broken.
We were to broken.
I’m sorry for what i did to you.
I will never forgive myself.
I just can’t.