"I'm sorry" leaves my lips
More than "you're welcome"
Or "thank you"

It sits upon my shoulders
Weighing me down
A grief to drag on

It interrupts my thoughts
Pierces my points
Makes a mockery of me.

Yet I can't let it go
It keeps slipping out
"I'm sorry"

Every thought I have
Is a regret
A sin

Every action I take
Is a mistake
A joke

How can I ever be me
When all I can say is
"I'm sorry"

"For what"
They say
"For existing"

I'm sorry.