Wounds

I wrote this after I felt the pain of hurting someone else.

Sometimes I forget
I'm not the only one with wounds
I don't always remember
that others bleed too

In my pain
and my own distress
I said some things
that just made a mess

You didn't cut me
and you didn't stab my back
You only shared
and I shared an attack

I've no good explanation
and I don't want to bring an excuse
I just want to be helpful
and to be of use

I know what I've to say
will be a hard sell
There's a whole lot
I wish I could tell

You're one of the last people
I'd want to hurt
Because the time that we share
has very high worth

Please let me know
if there's anything I can do
As I want to do whatever it takes
to be close to you