I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for being so difficult.

I’m sorry I’m so confusing because I’m so confused.

I’m sorry I’m not an open book.

I’m sorry I don’t make my thoughts be known.

I’m sorry I don’t have an answer to all your questions.

I’m sorry I’m so cold and so detached.

I’m sorry that I couldn’t be trusted.

I’m sorry I didn’t trust you.

I’m sorry for betraying you.

I’m sorry for pushing you away.

I’m sorry for not believing you.

I’m sorry for taking you for granted.

I’m sorry I let my insecurities get the best of me, the best of us.

I’m sorry that I can be such a stubborn piece of shit.

I’m sorry that I made you feel like a piece of shit.

I’m sorry I let my thoughts, my paranoia, get in the way.

I’m sorry that happiness to me is impossible.

I’m sorry for scaring you.

I’m sorry for every drop of tears I’ve caused.

I’m sorry for hurting your feelings.

I’m sorry for hurting you.

I’m sorry I’m so fucked up.

I’m sorry I take comfort in my misery.

I’m sorry I distract myself and don’t handle my problems in a healthy matter.

I’m sorry you had to be subjected to everything that makes me, ME.

I’m sorry we’re so toxic for eachother.

I’m sorry we couldn’t be what we wanted.

I’m sorry you and me couldn’t be “US”.

I don’t deserve you. I deserve nothing.

I am nothing.