doubt

for all of my noise i am nothing more than a sensitive child. i'm sorry, i'm tired, guess i haven't slept in a while. it's hard to be honest with myself, but i should have been honest with you. of all of the flowers i planted, doubt was the brightest to bloom. i never had too much to offer to you. so lay me, restless, inside the cage that my body will make, of my bones as i slowly waste away. sorry, my darling, i'm still so afraid, that the flowers you've grown on the grave of our love, will remain long after my memory fades. i promise, someday i will make up, for all the mistakes i have made.