I Apologize

I'm sorry,
they aren't strait lines.

As I passionately slice away at my wrist
My tears fog my vision

So I'm sorry they aren't strait lines

The blood is messy
The pain searing

I couldn't stop
Not then

Not when I was so close

So close
To feeling nothing

So I apologize they aren't strait lines

My arm has lost all feeling
My hands won't move
My eyes swollen shut

The bruise on my heart
The cuts on my arm
Cannot compare to the thoughts in my head