Seven Years

I often find myself thinking of you Thinking of the way I hurt you I wish I could say how sorry I am But seeing me would just hurt you more It's been seven years, and I can't move on I don't think I will ever forgive myself I keep letting bad things happen Trying to punish myself Nothing will ever make it right I keep suffering for no good reason It won't make things better It won't bring you peace It won't bring anyone peace I have nothing else to offer the world, though, so I'll keep being its punching bag What do I have to lose? My life? What good has it brought anyone, anyway? (I should mention in case anyone is worried, I'm not suicidal, even though it sounds like it. I'm just self-destructive. If I died, that would be fine, but I'm not seeking it out, lol.)