I'm sorry I'm such a fuck up

I always end up hurting the people I love.

She stares up at the sky

in the pouring rain

crying to herself

whispering to the sky

I'm sorry I'm suck a fuck up

I always end up hurting the ones I love

She wonders what happened to her life.

When did things get so out of control?

I'm sorry that I can't seem to gather my thoughts.

I know that you all need me to gather them, but I just can't seem too.

Things were going good this week.

but things change.

quickly.

I'm sorry. I don't know WHAT happened to the three musketeers.

I know it's my fault.

This always seems to happen.

Things go well for a little bit.

but then reality comes back.

I don't need sex. Life fucks me whenever it can.

I'm sorry I'm such a horrible person.