It's getting steeper.
I'll be digging this hole for years,
No matter how much I want to quit.
I'll be scraping away the dirt,
For it only to fall straight back in.
I'm sorry for my actions,
I'm sorry for the way that I speak.
I'm sorry most of all for all this apologising,
Now I'm in the hole knee-deep.
I'm falling in now, further.
So instead I'll engrave my apologies
In to the deep cells of my soft tender skin.
So you can see that from the outside of me,
I'm bleeding out to you from within.