I’m sorry for the times I’ve lashed out at you
I wish I’d been a little more patient or kinder
But I was born with a storm in my veins
And it is getting harder to keep it from wrecking my all

– I just need to get through

Too late now

Did you really need to see
Scars on his body to believe?

Did he really have to collapse
For you to finally notice?

Why couldn’t you see
The sadness in his eyes?

Why didn’t you hear
The pleas in his voice?

Did you even mean it
When you said you understood?