Sorry

Growing up i was always brought. I would

get a “whoopin” and brought something

after. All i wanted was “I’m sorry” and “I’ll never do it again”

My moms words would tear me apart

made me feel like an ant. I was brought

something. All i wanted was “I’m sorry” and

“I’ll never do it again”.

Grandma would cover up the

behavior and just buy, buy, buy ! All i

wanted was “I’m sorry” and “I’ll never do it again.”

Bullied and judged. I was brought to make me happy.

All i wanted was a “I’m sorry” and a I’ll never do it again.

Abused by my partner. He brought

me to cover up the scars, bruises,&& words.

Diamonds, flowers, pearls, clothes. Yes it

seems like it was lavish. All i wanted was a

“I’m sorry” and “I’ll never do it again”

Being accused of multiple things and crying

because everyone said you were a liar and

you weren’t… here comes the new clothes,

and shoes. Oh for the love of god all i

wanted was a SORRRYYYYYY.

All my life i wanted SORRY!

Sorry and a hug is free. Being brought isn’t

an apology. One day i did. I finally did it !

My lifeless body was hanging from my

bedroom ceiling. All the cries , screams,&&

begging at my funeral. Oh and i finally got

my SORRY!

Buying your love or apology is not the way to go sometimes a simple “I’m sorry” and some change can go along way. Let’s prevent suicide ❤️