Writing Away My Life
I wanna be an author. This is my practice.
Monday, May 9, 2011
I'm sorry
I'm sorry,
so sorry.
My grades slipped,
my hunger controls me.
I'm sorry,
I just wanna be perfect for you.
I'm sorry,
sorry I hurt you.
I'm sorry there's more
cuts than words.
Mommy, I'm sorry
I had to grow up like this.
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