I Keep Hurting Them Poem by Heart of Ice Die Die Die

I hurt
everyone I encounter.
Whether it physical or emotional
is their own story to be told.
But
when I leave
so I don't hurt them worse,
I hurt them more than I had before.
Things are ending
my heart with it.
I'm sick of hurting people,
so sick of it.
I would leave all their lives in the best way I know
if I thought it would help.
So instead
I walk in a state of depression,
hoping to get by.
It's not working,
people drag me out.
For some reason,
they still all want me
in their lives.
Except the people that matter most.
Either they replaced
or forgot me.
And I'm sorry
I wasn't good enough.
I'll always try
as long as you ask.

Nov.-11-09