Sorry

How could this happen,
how could it come to this.
All i ever thought,
all I ever hoped for or maybe feared,
has come to haunt you.
How come my problems were sent to you?
How come you have to bear the burden?
How could my thoughts turn into knives,
the knives that chase you,
that stabs you in the back.
I'm so deeply sorry, it hurts my heart,
but I don't know how to make it stop.
If I could I would take the hit for you,
I would catch your bullet.
If I only could.