I'm sorry for what I have now done
cut you all to the bone
and left you bleeding and all alone
I'm sorry for who I am now
so privet so clingy so hurt
won't open up for fear of more
keep cutting the pain out
I'm sorry for what I am now
and for what that means
for what you now have to go through
a funeral, a burial, my first death anniversary
I'm sorry for how much I hurt you
I'm sorry I forgot you cared
But its too late for saying sorry now
you can't hear me through all the tears
-this poem is dedicated to all those people who realized they made a mistake too late, or for those people who should realize what a mistake suicide is before they do something they'll regret-
