i want to apologise for how the world treated you.
for the judgement behind your sorrow; for the laughter that make you question your tomorrow; for the invisible hierarchy of the society they draw; for the glossy eyes over the years of drowning; for the remnants of remembrance of your past haunting; for the present soul with no present body amongst the memories; for the buried dreams crawling back to you like the wheel of ferris; for the forgotten songs the birds sing upon seeing you wail; for the stomped heart, stomped feelings, stomped dignity leaving no tail.
i want to apologise for how the world treated for it has you beaten up so bad and i want to appreciate for how the world treated you for it has you risen up again, again, and again.
—g.c