I'm Sorry

We've grown apart it seems
Since that very day among the desks
When you cried for me
I tried to give you all the sympathy needed
But I failed you.
Then as I come to terms with my past
I sink that b e a u t i f u l
Blade into my skin.
I push down in all the anguish and the rage and the
H A T R E D.
I slice cleanly for all the masses and the witnesses.
Just a bit of b l o o d
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down my arm.
I'm never satisfied.
I sigh.
The next day,
you see my mess.
I'm hurting you, you're crying for a different reason now.
You're hurt even more than I am. . .
I'm sorry.
I love you.
Don't cry.