I'm sorry I lied and made you cry.
I shouldn't have come home late
and said that it's you I hate.
I shouldn't have hit you and called you a bi*ch...
I shouldn't have embarassed you by the scars on my wrists.
The drugs and alcohol? Add them to the list
of things I've done wrong and the marks that I've missed.
So, yeah I understand, Mom, if your really pissed.
I didn't mean to hurt you or make you sad,
I can't help it....I'm sorry I'm bad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem