I'm still around, unfortunately.
I know a lot of people would rather see me gone or dead.
Ultimately, I don't know which will come first but I hope it comes sooner than later.
For anyone who still pays attention here, I'm sorry.
I really am.
I'm sorry for who I am.
For who I was.
I'm sorry for ever manipulating you.
I'm sorry for ever hurting you.
I'm sorry for lying and being an asshole.
It got to my head.
The attention and all of the compliments.
To give someone that power who's never felt that type of attention is kinda dangerous.
Look at what I did.
Hurt, lied and cheated.
I know I did a lot of people wrong.
I know I was bad to a lot of them and I know I can't do a damn thing to change it but I sure as hell am sorry.
I'm dealing with the consequences.
I'm truly sorry.
I wish I were a better man.
A better person.
I wish I could fix who I am but I know that deep down inside I'll always be that fucked up individual no matter how much I do change.
This isn't a joke anymore,
I wish I had killed myself all those years ago.
So none of you would have been hurt.
Nobody would have had the shitty opportunity of meeting me.
I'm nothing.
I won't amount to anything.
I'm sorry.
I'm a failure.
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Dreams Over Reality
PoetryA compliation of poems and skits. The skits are no longer being continued. Most poems are about me and the events around me. Read my story This is my story.
