Some old stuff....

Sorry Isn't Good Enough
Why can’t I give you all that I am?
Am I not good enough
For the likes of you?
It seems it’s so, for I can not please.
My arms remained carved,
Masked by sleeves.
These selfish hands stab your wounded heart,
Suffering in agony as we both bleed.
Why do my foolish eyes refuse to see
The demon heart inside of me?
To erase your pain, caress your heart,
Would do but all tear me apart.
These tears shall not fall upon my grave,
This beast not mourned, not loved, not saved.
I wish it now, that I could LOATHE myself to death.
I’m sorry, my apology, my final breath.



Masterpiece
I am nothing that you think.
I am scarred, I am bruised.
I am marked, covered in ink.
I am a masterpiece.

I am tough, yet I am weak.
I am thoughtful. yet very rude.
I am not those words you speak.
I am a masterpiece.

I break hearts, I’ve felt mine shatter.
I carry on, ignore the rumors.
I hold myself higher than senseless chatter.
I am a masterpiece.