Im Sorry, William



We know too much
We cannot tell
These secret lives we live so well
The games we play
The hurt we seek
It makes us stay, it makes us weak
I know its wrong
Cant turn away
Keep coming back for more
To fill the gap which haunts my days
The words that escape
The pain we cause
The bruises will heal
The tears will fall
And in the end
Its worth nothing at all
I must be strong
Please hear my plea
Im using you
And its killing me
Im Sorry, William





A/N: well that was my first poetry ficlet.. hope you like..