I'm Sorry

I feel a hardness in my throat,
Then a wrench in my gut,
Tears fall helplessly,
As the door bangs shut,

I cannot talk but I weep,
As my guilt comes through,
I thought of myself,
And now I don’t know what to do,

I left in contemplation,
Of all my useless s**t,
Blamed of a crime,
That I never would commit,

I don’t want to look at you,
I never want to talk,
Your presence in my own,
As I continue to walk,

I crawl closer to the edge,
Then I begin to slip,
A comforting sensation,
Until I completely loose my grip,

Crush me into the stones below,
But they’re less sharp then words,
I have lived for many years,
Through the flock of many birds,

Glass can slice my being,
But voices carve me deep,
The pain so intense,
But blood shall never seep.