I am awake now.
I don’t know why I did those things I did.
I wasn’t sorry then.
I am now.
I am so fucking sorry.
I know it doesn’t change anything.
One word, no matter how many times said, can’t change anything.
You can’t see my heart shrivel up.
You can’t feel my sentiment.
You can’t see me dying inside.
You don’t believe me.
I don’t blame you.
I don’t forgive easily either.
I never ever forget too.
But I am all out of sorry.
We get what we deserve and
my plate is full.
Don’t you get tired of your
head stuck so far up your ass
though?
Peace.
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