Forgive me I'm a mess

You're angry, you're agitated
all the time you find reason to hate the world,
forgive me, I'm a mess.

You're depressed, you like sleeping
for days you sleep and for days you're up
forgive me, I'm a mess.

You're bipolar? Traumatized?
You're scared? Who knows what you're going through.
Forgive me, I'm a mess.

I'm a mess because I can be no good for you
I put more salt to your wound
most of the time, all of the time.

Forgive me I'm a mess,
I, too, am riddled with all this scars
most of the time, all of the time.

I am scared, I am lost
I do not have the slightest clue
where we should go from here.