There are some times I cry at night.
There are some times I don't care why.
But when I know I have hurt you,
The floor beneath me and the sky collide.
It rains for days.
Droplets turn to snow.
The freezing ice a blade it shows.
It cuts deep into emotion,
And bleeds out cries.
I will decrease the times.
You understand the pressure I have.
You understand the cries for help,
But you dont understand: I am dying under.
My face and emotions cold.
My heart and cheeks warm,
Used as barriers and advantages I was told.
I can cry to sleep or weep at night,
Knowing I have hurt you makes me break a little inside.
My anger empowers, my rage shows:
Like a blade in the freezing snow.
I am soory I hurt you.
I am sorry is a power I behold.