I'm Sorry

I hoped one day I'd be free,
From my own controversy,
But I always seem to make it worse,
It's like it's hidden, hated

If the world were to blow up,
If I were to die from drinking from the death cup,
The one wish I'd have is to save you,
The way you would grieve would eat at one's heart,

The murderous ways I have treated people before,
The way it would eat at my core,
Well, That has come to haunt me once more,
The evil ways I hurt you today was so dispicable,

The way I used to cut my wrists,
The hurt however well hidden still exists,
I used to hit walls with fists,
But it doesn't stop the pain

Cutting it's way through my soul,
But in my heart there's a deep hole,
But my heart you have now stole,
Tearing into my soul
I'm so Sorry