Growing up i was always brought. I would
get a “whoopin” and brought something
after. All i wanted was “I’m sorry” and “I’ll never do it again”
My moms words would tear me apart
made me feel like an ant. I was brought
something. All i wanted was “I’m sorry” and
“I’ll never do it again”.
Grandma would cover up the
behavior and just buy, buy, buy ! All i
wanted was “I’m sorry” and “I’ll never do it again.”
Bullied and judged. I was brought to make me happy.
All i wanted was a “I’m sorry” and a I’ll never do it again.
Abused by my partner. He brought
me to cover up the scars, bruises,&& words.
Diamonds, flowers, pearls, clothes. Yes it
seems like it was lavish. All i wanted was a
“I’m sorry” and “I’ll never do it again”
Being accused of multiple things and crying
because everyone said you were a liar and
you weren’t… here comes the new clothes,
and shoes. Oh for the love of god all i
wanted was a SORRRYYYYYY.
All my life i wanted SORRY!
Sorry and a hug is free. Being brought isn’t
an apology. One day i did. I finally did it !
My lifeless body was hanging from my
bedroom ceiling. All the cries , screams,&&
begging at my funeral. Oh and i finally got
my SORRY!
Buying your love or apology is not the way to go sometimes a simple “I’m sorry” and some change can go along way. Let’s prevent suicide ❤️
About the Creator
Muvaa Bee 💛🐝
A 30 year old mom of 2 wonderful boys💙 i always enjoyed writing but i never got a chance to share it with the world… now i do 💛🐝✨



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