Im Sorry

I'm sorry. . .

I'm sorry I can't pretend;

As if none of this ever happened.

I just can't get around this bend,

and realize that was. . . The End.

I've been through a lot lately,

and I can't get my head straight.

I've been moving through things shakily,

and truthfully, living so unlike me from that date.

Schizophrenia sets in on the thought of moving on, "Make me!"

Despite showing a smile and gathering a laugh,

I feel like there's a hole in me; gaping and black.

You've took a piece that I can't get back.

Like a nagging sting from the tip of a thumb tack.

Watch my blood gush and succumb to a small stream.

For my heart beats woefully; I only get what I need.

I've become hopeless; I've lost my outer gleam.

The pain and agony grows, yet I still have to proceed.

My mind goes racing at the thought, for this is still just the first scene.

The curtains have left center stage,

I'm left vulnerable, even my innocence has left me at this young age.

I feel trapped, stared upon by passers in an invisible cage.

The only thing left is reality; it's time to turn a new page.