Can you complain about bloodied hands when you alone picked up broken glass?
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Can you complain about bloodied hands when you alone picked up broken glass?
To see you again
To hear your voice
To ask for forgiveness
To ask for forgiveness
To ask for forgiveness
I’m sorry I didn’t do enough to help you, I was scared I didn’t know what to do.
If I knew back then what I knew now maybe just maybe you’d still be here?
Or maybe that’s just a thought to help me cope.
Either way I still think about what I could’ve done to keep you here with us.
I’m sorry I didn’t do enough for you.
I wish you didn’t leave so soon.
I wish I could talk to you again.
Don’t pour water on me I’m already drowning
You’re killing me with your words,
You’ve chewed me up and spat me out,
And boy it really hurt.
Dead calm
The birds don’t sing the songs they used to anymore, Flowers don’t bloom as bright as they used to anymore.
My hands are still covered in dirt, I did what you said?
Why am I still covered with stains?
Why am I still drowning with guilt?
Deep down I am jealous of those who do not fear death- as I feel like I am not prepared to face judgement day yet I do nothing to better myself
“Kinnda wished he’d left a note you know what I mean”
And to my future son, may you walk freely throughout this life without your mind being a burden. May you walk through this life without doubt consuming you.
Will it pass or will it linger? Please just tell me I can’t bare it any longer.
There is nothing wrong
And as the holy month comes closer I finally get to cleanse myself, I pray my stains wash off.
I pray my hands get clean.
Is it too late to come back home?