Im sorry,
I never knew I would shed black tears,
Fall in deep puddles of my own blood.
Leave back any chance for an alternative.
Crave for something never existing,
Like my name in shattered pieces of stone.
Im sorry once more,
For these pages of blood,
Tear stains.
Streaks of blood,
Infected lies,
Upon the face.
Silent screams of physical agony,
Upon the eyes.
Criticized lines and stitches.
Burn a hole through the skin,
But I,
Im sorry,
Nothing more.