I’m sorry.

I’m sorry that this happened to you.

I’m sorry that you felt the need to take advantage of those that loved you and use them.
For their friendship.
For their bodies.
For their support.

I’m sorry that you’re so alone
Because you made yourself that way.

I’m sorry that we found out
I’m sorry that your ruse is over after years of facades.

I’m sorry that I’m not really sorry.
I’m sorry for you.
I’m sorry that you are the way you are.

I’m sorry that you think you are worth the world.
I’m sorry that you think you’re worth broken friendships and broken dreams.
Broken hearts.
Broken lives.

I’m sorry that all the times I said “You’re the Sun. You deserve so much.”
That you thought I meant you deserve everything ever created and a little something extra.

I’m sorry that we are all just human.
I’m sorry that we couldn’t be more for you.
I’m sorry that you couldn’t even try to be more for us.

But in apologies, backstabbings, and lies,
Comes a new light.
A light at the end of the never-ending, miserable tunnel that was our friendship.
A light that promises new and old friendships to be a warm sunny day
Instead of the cold, rainy, dangerous nights they were with you.

I’m sorry that I’m not sorry at all
And I’m sorry that you aren’t sorry at all either.