I walk around an empty room.
I scream at the empty walls: "I'm sorry for throwing away the pictures!"
I yell out at the locked door: "I'm sorry for slamming you too many times!"
I watch the ceiling with keen eyes.
The white plaster makes me think of my family.
I say: "I'm sorry for leaving you. I'm sorry for walking out. I'm sorry for spending after school hours by the bench outside the bar. I'm sorry for sleeping in other beds. I'm sorry for taking love for granted. I'm-" I see no more. I must be leaving. At least I apologized.

I apologized to the empty walls, the empty door and my empty family on the empty ceiling but no one heard it but me.
I screamed into nothingness, seeking forgiveness but there was no one there to forgive me.  
I was alone.