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I’m Sorry

A poem about mental health

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I’m sorry for only having a few words, I want more but I can’t seem to find the right ones If I could tell you why, Maybe I wouldn’t be breaking myself down

I’m sorry for pushing you away, I need you and it’s never my intention to do so If I could find my courage, Maybe we both wouldn’t be as miserable

I’m sorry for crying alone, I know you told me you would cry with me If I could get rid of my defenses, Maybe I wouldn’t be drifting in bitterness

There’s nothing to be sorry for is your reminder, A daily reminder to me from you Asking for your understanding is perhaps too much, So instead, just call my name and it’ll be enough

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