I'm sorry

I often want to talk to someone,

There's so many things I want to say,

So much that's making me need a gun,

Maybe my cruel mind I should obey.

I fear I've already said too much,

That nobody cares for my anguish,

But, your kindness and hope is my crutch,

I worry it will cause my languish.

I'm sorry that I am reliant

On you; I'm so reprehensible,

On my own, I'll never be riant,

To you, I'm not indispensable.

I should finally just end it all,

So I couldn't f**k up anymore,

Though it will certainly still befall,

For I can't deal with this fear much more.