I know

My brain is worthless
and my heart is an open wound.
My thoughts are an open book
and I know that you can read.

I am sorry I cut you off
but the tear was ripping me.
The rage was driving me insane
and all I could do was hurt.

I am sorry that I shamed you
but I could not let go.
I had to break it off
cause that was the only way.

What good is a brain
if it can't decide?
What good is a heart
if it is torn?

I know you are still hurt
like I am still hurting.
I know I don't deserve
your love and understanding.