SorryMature

"Sorry"
becomes a part of our bloodstream,
the words drowning us
"I'm sorry"
"Sorry"
over
and over
and over again
"Oh my god,"
"Stop saying sorry"
We try
it's pounded in our skin
it's a locked box
that's never empty
an anxiety that surrounds us
like the words are on the walls
"I'm sorry I'm sorry"
like breathing
is something to apologize for
we can't fix that
we say sorry
on impulse
we say sorry
like that's all we're made of

The End

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