It’s like I’m crying out blood <br />These tears of pain <br />It feels like a flood <br />They sting my face like I’m insane <br />I’m wearing a mask <br />Hiding myself <br />From the present and the past <br />I sit alone, crying a lot <br />When I’m out of sight <br />I’m might as well sit here and rot <br />But it wouldn’t put a thing right <br />He’s nothing to do with you <br />You shouldn’t have had to live like that <br />I guess you know this too <br />So why just sit there and let him act like a Pratt <br />I don’t like what’s happened <br />Not now not ever <br />My feelings are flattened <br />But I guess this would happen whatever <br />I’m scared to show myself to you <br />Because I know you won’t like it <br />But I guess I’m going to have to <br />Just please don’t quit<br /><br />Candy Simpson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sorry-137/
