Realize

by Sam   Aug 1, 2008


Roses are dead, violets are no more.
I wake up in the morning, I feel so sore.
I glance at the knife beside me then stare at my wrists.
Why did it have to come down to this?

I'm sorry for all the times I've lost my temper.
For the times that I was rude.
For all the gifts that were given;
And never recieved "Thank you's."

For all the love you've given me;
And I haven't given back.
For all the times you were patient;
A virtue that I lack.

I'm sorry for all the people;
To whom I was so cruel.
To all the people that I laughed at;
I acted like a fool.

I couldn't see past your imperfections.
I couldn't see past my pride.
Your feelings I trampled all over;
On my high horse I would ride.

I'm sorry for all the times I lied.
For the people I hurt along the way.
Not a day goes by that I don't regret it;
And I'd take it back any day.

The only person I cared about;
Was me and only me.
And now I'm truly sorry.
I only wish I could make you see.

I'm sorry for everything that I have done.
For all the people I've let down.
I'm only asking for a second chance;
To turn things back around.

I know that it's a little late;
My deeds can't be undone.
I realize now that I was wrong.
And I'm sorry everyone.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Lady Nik

    Roses are dead, violets are no more.
    I wake up in the morning, I feel so sore.
    I glance at the knife beside me then stare at my wrists.
    Why did it have to come down to this?

    That's how i feel after i cut sometimes, but anyways, great poem. keep it up Shanik

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