I Hope your Sorry

The irritated and bleeding wounds
Just don’t seem to heal.
I hold this tight pressure,
But they just don’t seal.
The scars are painfully deep,
But I only have tears to weep.
You tear me so far down,
And then you’re so proud.

What kind of person,
Could find this as such joy.
I’m not your lowly play toy.
I can feel your inflicted pain ,
But I guess that’s your gain.
How you get by with your own life,
Is to see me in this spite.

Someday I hope and pray,
You’ll look back and see
The cruel things you did to me.
And you feel so horribly bad,
That it drives you insanely mad.
So you can finally say ,
You’re so sorry for your way.