After all these years
I still want to convey my sorrow.
For yesterday's mistakes,
and learn for tomorrows.

But "sorry" never seems enough.

For it could never truly convey;
my visceral sadness, 
the beating I take, 
or how I bathe in my own pain. 

No, "sorry" could never show...

All the scars that I gave to myself
all those fuckin' sleepless nights,  
fully alive in my private hell. 
Fully alive, yet just a hallow shell.

.... no, "sorry" could never be enough...


It can't show the hate that consumed
Or the forgiveness I seek
It won't make any difference to you
But it could heal me, too

... I'm "sorry" it's  the only word I know

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