Idiot

I feel like an idiot.
Like I'm not wrong for dying inside
when I feel that more than a little bit.
and even dumber because the tears that I’m crying won't stop in spite of the pain they are causing me because of the grease burns in my eyes last night
I deserve this pain,
each one of its little licks
I’m not sorry I made kids with you,
I am sorry for all the love you didn't get
Because I was jealous of your love for them,
Emotionally I was a little shit.
I want to get drunk. High.
I want to forget you
Forget I fucked this all up.
I am trying to let you know me through a poem that doesn't rhyme
Even after I said I’d leave you alone
I feel like an idiot
I’m sorry