It is exhausting,
lying in bed and wondering if you think of me.
I have failed everyone I love.
is all I can think of,
all that I feel against my heart.
I only hurt
I only live a life of pain.
I want to heal their wounds,
all I do is deepen and double the depth.
for failing you.
For forgetting to be the person you need,
for letting the weight of the world get to me,
break me down,
tear me apart,
for hurting you.
For all of the things that I should have done,
for all of the things that I did wrong,
for the rusty words I offer you,
all I have to tell you I’m sorry.
” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”