i say sorry too often.
it's a habit.
a really bad one at that.
but i can't help it.
i have to say it,
or it'll eat me up on my insides.
it will cut my throat,
it will slash at my liver,
my kidneys,
my intestines.
gouging me from the inside out,
until i say those two words.
they say i have nothing to be sorry for,
yet i do.
they don't see it.
and they never will.
or i will personally slash at my own self,
until all i can see is my grave looming
in front of my eyes.
i have to say it.
i have to.
why can't anybody just let me?
i've been suffering for far too long.
sorry is my escape,
my hammock,
my blanket,
my security.
it always will be.
so don't try and stop me.
