I don't understand what it's like to lose something and not have anything else
You're Wrong!
i admit i was careless that night early morning
I'm ashamed
and i will never forgive myself for this
how can i f**k up that bad
and not do it purposely?
your home wasn't just a place for me to stay
I'm not her
i don't go around saying my home sucks when she doesn't know what a shitty home life style even is.
your home was safe to me
i felt accepted
and the way you spoke to me about things
i never get that with my own blood
but how do i repay you
by f**king up so bad
i understand you not forgiving me
who would?
and i know sorry will never be good enough
i wish i could have said i was drunk, tipsy, or buzzed
but i wasn't and that's what makes it even worse
what ever was on my mind
shouldn't have been
i should have checked again
like i always do... but i didn't.
how can i be that careless?
how can i be that stupid?
how can i f**k up that badly?
i guess i am a f**k up and a failure
i guess i was never meant to get help
because I'm such a f**k up
who would really wanna help me??
:'(
(c) Nelle Kirk
***not a poem... but this is what i was feeling... i didn't want to rhyme because when you just write and express your emotion there will never be any rhyming involved... at least that's what i believe cause it happens with me a lot***
