A Sincere Apology
Here one moment and gone the next
Never should ve sent that angry text
Now the world is mad at me
And I dont have the remedy
Another fucking apology
Because l cant control me
I am aware of my flaws
I know Im not normal
But I'm constantly explaining
The root of the pain and
It's tough to understand
But it's not planned
I really struggle to reign in
The thoughts going insane
In my mind when a thing
Starts happening
Colour blind to hue balance
Theres barely a chance
To bite my tongue
Before the damage is done
The guilt is another thing
Utterly draining
I fuck up again
What do I say?
If I say it's my illness
They'll say it's excuses
I have to be humble
When I stumble
Apologize again
It won't happen again.
But I cant promise that
I can't change how I react
In a day.. like Rome
They need a home
For my thoughts
The ones not forgot
But I still feel responsible
When it causes trouble.
The guilt eats at me
Not to mention the anxiety
It dam nearly kills me
And that's not exaggerating
Well over fifty dents
In my past attempts
Hundreds of pills
And therapy bills
Just coping
Focusing on the sting
Instead of the pain
And the apologies again
When will it end?
Well. when Im dead
There'll be freedom
Then my
© -Athenaa
Never should ve sent that angry text
Now the world is mad at me
And I dont have the remedy
Another fucking apology
Because l cant control me
I am aware of my flaws
I know Im not normal
But I'm constantly explaining
The root of the pain and
It's tough to understand
But it's not planned
I really struggle to reign in
The thoughts going insane
In my mind when a thing
Starts happening
Colour blind to hue balance
Theres barely a chance
To bite my tongue
Before the damage is done
The guilt is another thing
Utterly draining
I fuck up again
What do I say?
If I say it's my illness
They'll say it's excuses
I have to be humble
When I stumble
Apologize again
It won't happen again.
But I cant promise that
I can't change how I react
In a day.. like Rome
They need a home
For my thoughts
The ones not forgot
But I still feel responsible
When it causes trouble.
The guilt eats at me
Not to mention the anxiety
It dam nearly kills me
And that's not exaggerating
Well over fifty dents
In my past attempts
Hundreds of pills
And therapy bills
Just coping
Focusing on the sting
Instead of the pain
And the apologies again
When will it end?
Well. when Im dead
There'll be freedom
Then my
© -Athenaa