Sorry

I'm sorry I can't do everything on my own. Im sorry I cause pressure for you. I'm sorry you wish I was never born. I'm sorry I'm not the perfect daughter for you. I'm sorry when I'm not the one who needs to be sorry at all. I can't put the blame on you, because I know what you're going through. Endless stress, anxiety, being overwhelmed, pressure live in your bones- like a heart filled with blood. Blood from wounds that refuse to heal, a heart whose own pounds never sounded real. A heart you wish would open, so you could place a bandage in every little piece that's broken.