I’m Sorry

A disappointment to the target audience, nothing of the kind is to be written with dignity. As this is the preface to the only thoughts in my mind for the past few days, I must say I’m sorry. The plan is to write an apologetic and poetic passage and bring it to a contradictory end.

I must say that I’m sorry, I’m sorry for today, for yesterday, and tomorrow. I’m sorry that I was there and not here. I’m sorry that I couldn’t, and that I wouldn’t. I’m sorry for not caring and not trying to care. I’m sorry that I fall in love and that I lose interest almost instantly. I’m sorry for the way I acted and the way I act everyday. I’m sorry for the pain I cause and the sorrow I bring. I’m sorry every second, every minute, and everyday. I’m sorry that I’m here, I’m sorry that I can see, and sorry for everything I taste. I’m sorry that I try and that I think. I’m sorry for the way I’m dressed and the way I look. I’m sorry for my friends and sorry that I had expectations. I’m sorry that I cry and sorry that I can’t feel my face. I’m sorry that I’m alive and sorry that no one cares. I’m sorry for all the others and sorry for all the kids and mothers. I’m sorry that people are so cruel and sorry that I’m so dull. I’m sorry for being so critical and sorry for the dead. I’m sorry that I’m clueless and sorry that I don’t believe. I’m sorry for being so beautiful and so dead. I’m sorry for being the one and sorry that I’m not the son. I’m sorry for nothing and everything. I’m sorry that I’m sorry, and sorry for being discouraged from writing the rest of this.