Stitches

I'm sorry for the mistakes I've made, I'm sorry for the lies,
I'm sorry for always questioning
and letting the days pass us by.
I don't know what I want,
I don't know how I feel.
I don't know if this is right,
or if it's even real.
I wish I had the wisdom
to cast my doubts aside,
I wish my heart would shut up
and just let my mind decide.
I can't handle the pain
that I've buried deep inside.
It's overflowing, spilling out,
taking away my life.
Like razor blades that cut my flesh, it's tearing through my soul.
My words become my stitches
and my stitches I extol.

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