I'm sorry

While I sit in class,
Sitting around my friends,
I think of how sorry I am.
Sorry that I think about death.

But the more I think of death,
The more I want to.
The more I want to cut.
The more I want to leave.

Though I know they would be in pain,
I wish I could stop my pain.
Stop the taunting from fellow peirs
Stop the hurting from inside.

So I'm sorry.
Sorry I ever thought of suicide.
Sorry for ever doubting any of you.
Sorry I hurt you.