I’m sorry that I didn’t saw it happening.
You just seemed so gosh darn happy,
Or so I thought.
I’m sorry I didn’t bother to ask you.
I guess I just got so caught up in my own woes.
I never meant to make you think that I didn’t care if you took that knife
And wrote an entire passage of daring kinds.
I’m sorry if you ever thought that I didn’t love you a lot.
Or made you think that your only way out was to KYS,
I think it’s a load of BS
That anyone would tell you that you weren’t good enough.
For this world we live’n in:
Satisfaction is unreachable,
But that was the point
Where I finally realize you couldn’t run from your own mind.
It wasn’t just someone I could tattletail on,
It was your own self,
That were coming up with all of these rhymes.
I never meant to make you think
That you had to play the Fake Game.
I’m sorry that I made you think that you weren’t good enough.
I promise you, you are,
You’re just now stuck in the forever binding dark.
This is my letter to a girl.
This is my letter to a boy.
This is my letter to a friend,
This is my letter for the end.
This is my letter to my children.
This is my letter to my neighbor,
This is my letter to a stranger.
Anyone who just needs to know
That the people that don’t realize
How mentally screwed up you are in the inside
Might actually know how you’re feeling but just don’t know how to approach it,
To roast it,
To bury it dead.
So to the person in the back of the room that feels like they’re lost,
That I love you ‘till natural death do us part.