For now I am truly sorry,
Myself I was doomed to be,
I was acting the ways I always do,
And I admit that sometimes I get carried away,
And now I sit here and this feeling overwhelms me,
It interrupts my thoughts,
And destroys my concentration,
All of this is because of you,
I don't say that as to blame you,
But to show,
Show you to what a high degree,
That I regard thee,
And in so doing,
May I gain some insight?
Insight into myself,
Insight into why,
Why I do these things,
For I wish I could fix myself,
So that my jagged edges,
Would no longer cut you.
I wish I could sand myself down.
But I must ask,
What will be left?