writingsmylife

I have all these thoughts, roaming round in my head. I wish to get them out, but I keep them hidden instead. I want to talk, to set them free. But I’m afraid, scared that others will judge me. But if I can’t talk, I feel like I might explode. Maybe I can find a way, some other type of mode. Paper and pen, that’s how I’ll do it. Written word, it’s the only way I see fit. Poems and stories, that’s what works best for me. Sometimes I write about things, that only I seem to see. The wonders of the world, the ones others ignore. Those I’ve tried to tell, they seem to find it a bore. Observations that

I'm sorry. Sorry for all the screw-ups. Sorry for all the disappointments. I can't turn back time. I can't fix them. I'm sorry. I apologize. Apologize for all the blowups. Apologize for all the hurt. I can't take them back. I can't make you forgive me. I apologize I acknowledge. Acknowledge the pain I've caused. Acknowledge the tears I've brought. I can't make it so they never happened. I can't make them disappear. I acknowledge this. I wish. Wish I could turn back time. Wish I could take them back. Wish I could make it so the never happened. I wish. I can't... But... I can try. Try to be a better person. Try to not hurt anyone. Try to e