Im Sorry
God I am sorry
I am done
I can no longer run
And I put the bullet in the gun
So let me pull the trigger
Mom I am sorry
I cannot continue to fade
Look at the scars I have made
I can not release the blade
So let me sketch, like a true artist
Dad I am sorry
This isn't my will
But every little pill
Reminds me I do not have to feel
An I have a chance to escape
Sister I am sorry
I just could not cope
And I lost all hope
I know, I should've ignored the rope
But I finally have my head held high
Brother I am sorry
I guess I did not find my call
But when I stood high on the wall
All I could think, was should I fall
And if I do, will I fly
Best friend I am so very sorry
I hope you continue
Not for me, but for you
Because I know what you can do
And unlike me the sky is no limitation, for what you can be
Copyright © Myra Hawes | Year Posted 2014
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