Monday, April 27, 2015

book of the giving in

ive so many sorrys ive yet to say
and yet im still here

im sorry i couldn't be the best
im sorry i didnt even try hard enough
and im sorry i keep repeating the same mistakes

until the echoes of my apologies have evaporated into nothing
until ive turned, from everything i have, from everything in me into someone i barely recognise
and say "it's all my fault"

and they all just turn meaningless

evaporating into nothing

I'm sorry. I really am. But that just means nothing.