I'm sorry

Mom, Dad
I can not be the perfect child
I have depression
That is quite mild
I cut and cut
'Till there is no more
Emotion I feel
'Till among the clouds I will sore

My life
I do hate
I feel like a worm hooked
I feel like I'm bait
I can not help
This way I feel
No longer shall I hide
Beyond this invisible shield

I want to sore
High into the night's sky
Among the bright stars
that will soon pass me by
Fourteen years
Gone to waste
My addiction to cutting
Has me always in a chase

I can not eat
I can not sleep
I shake when my
Headaches feel too deep
I'm trapped
Inside my mind
And I feel so...
So left behind

I'm starting high school
I feel not one thing
Sometimes I even feel as if
I'm not human being
What I mean
Is that I don't seem real
Real enough to...
Not seem like such a big deal

I am who I am
And I'm sorry for what I may become
I don't want to be like others
I don't want to act like some
I'm sorry for they way I dress
I'm sorry for all the black
I'm sorry you don't like what you see
And I'm sorry for everything I lack!