Excuses

Excuse the mess

I have made of

My life

My skin

Myself

Excuse the lies

I have told

You

Myself

Everyone

Excuse the time

I have made

You waste

You worry

You angry

Excuse the blood 

That has stained

Me

The room

Everywhere

Excuse the pills 

That are scattered on

The floor

The sink

Excuse the sins

I have commited

Being alive

Not being good enough

Killing myself

Excuse the me

That I 

Used to be

Pretended to be

Am.