If I've upset you, I'm sorry.
If I've hurt you, I'm sorry.
If you're mad because of me, I'm sorry.
If you hate me, I'm sorry.
If you want me dead, I'm sorry.
If you want me gone, I'm sorry.
If you despise my existence, I'm sorry.
If I'm the reason you are who you are, I'm sorry.
I'll try to go away, leave you alone, and then finally I would've done right.
I'll try to block myself from you, silence myself, and then maybe I'll get it right.
I'll remove myself from the equation, delete the snippet of code I'm in, and then I would've done it right.
I'll consider the unthinkable, the last resort, killing myself. That may be right..
I'll disappear, hide from you, and hopefully I'll stay hidden.
I didn't mean to.. I really didn't.
I didn't mean to screw up, I'm trying to be apologetic.
But times have shown me that I can't do right.
But only do wrong.
So I'll stay out of your way, out of your sight, and then maybe, I'll be doing something right.
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Poetryjust a collection of quick thoughts with some long term emotions |(letter)| = certain people it's made out to btw read a bit and enjoy