I say I'm sorry but it's not good enough,
You've heard it one too many times before.
"You don't mean it, it has no depth."
Sorry has become another cliché,
Another meaningless phrase one says to pass the time.
But, if sorry is not good enough,
What can I do to make it all right?
What can I do to make it better?
I'm not the best with words or comfort,
I'm not the best with kind actions and hugs.
Only you can tell me what to do to make it fine.
But you won't tell me.
You won't say a word.
Things unseen and things unsaid,
Things you'll never say.
All because it's become too much,
You can't take it anymore.
I try to help, you push me away.
Just because I'm young doesn't mean I'm stupid.
I know what's going on inside your head,
I know you want to give up on the world,
I know you want to die.
I've been through it before,
I've been hurt and I want the hurt to go away.
If I could, I would take all your troubles,
And bat them all away into space.
But I can't.
Because the trouble is me.
The trouble is everyone and everything.
All I can do,
All I can say,
Is, I'm sorry, Mother. |