Sorry

When \\\"sorry just won\\\'t cut it, will you let it cut into the skin you are convered with?
The one that hides the true of you?
Or is that fleash all the depth you have?
Depth is how deep something is and how far it can go.
have you been pushed to edge and you feel you cannot go on?
Well, it happens to the best of us.
The best means the greatest.
What you have has been the greatest pain you have endured.
Judgment of the destroyer; [not the creator.]
You ask them repeatedly to \\\"cut it out\\\" and ar pushed around furthermore because of it.
it is as if your moth is taped shut; just as your heart [but occasionally, you will cut it out and paste it on your sleeve.]
It beats in tune with *that* song on your cassette tape.
it is entwining within it and getting pulled through the reel.
Around and around.
To push means to be forced.
But how could this have been forced upon you?
You are infatuated.
Engrossed.
It is pulling you under into a dry spell.
You are dry.
And cold.
But you are willing to let this corrode your sould leaving you weak and defenseless?
Defense is a mechanism used to protect yourself.
But how can you protect yourself from all these lies that have eaten away at you; making you become less and less?
You have dug your own grave and you will reluctantly lay in it; hands down along with the rest of you.
Your secrets, your everything; your hope was up, but now it is dead.
Now you are dead.
You based your life around something that never really was.
And now you have come to know that those markings on your body have nothing on his; the one who came to save.
Afterall, he was the one who died to end destruction on those two lines; one diagonal, one horizontal.

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