I'm Sorry

Safety Pins can't hold it now
But it sure can numb the pain.
I'll tie the two as I know how,
And look at what I've gained.

My promise broken, eighteen times.
A mistake again I've made.
My lungs are tearing from these crimes,
The precautions have been delayed.

My mind is cluttered from the guilt
of all of whom I hurt.
As all security from me wilts,
I'll disappear, with my bloody shirt.