I’m Sorry
Too many times, I have uttered those words.
Too many times have I muttered all I could.
I do not know what to do, what words to say;
I merely cough up what I can.
I laugh at myself; what am I even?
Worthless and usurped of all sanity,
I am no longer what I used to be.
Without reason, my hands shake.
I am at the verge of giving up.
Those people I have ridiculed for so long,
I now understand why they did so.
Perhaps I understood since before,
But I did not want to accept the fact.
My heart races without caffeine or excitement;
My once smiling face lost its glow.
I no longer care for the world.
I hurt myself but I feel nothing,
A liar I was, I lied that I was alright.
I wish the phlegm I cough up every second
To be blood that I cannot redeem.
Eating has become a chore without purpose.
My dear father and mother, you wonder,
Why I have degraded so, always retreating.
Now you know the reason, I fail.
I am a failure you have conjured up.
Scorn me as you have done always,
Ridicule me and diminish me,
I accept and deserve all that.
I do not blame you, father and mother,
Just wish I could have been a better son.
Sweat is the only thing produced
Through such a degenerate such as I.
I know I am not a proud thing to show,
But know that I have tried.
I tried my best.