Apology, My Song

I'm sorry for all the hurt I caused,
the disappointment, horror, anger.
I'm sorry I'm not the perfect guy.
And I'm sick of pretending for you.
Stone-faced as you yell, tears come night.
Trouble sleeping, thinking of friends.
Dismay, Disarray, Dis.. anything.
Cuts and bruises, broken arm,
all nothing to a broken song.
A song of life, a song of despair.
It's my fault ok? The pain in the world.
Despair and toil, and hardship.
I only ask one favor, on simple task.
That you spare my mind, my heart, my soul.
So that I may continue to write these poems of mine.
My story, my love, my song.