I don’t know what you want from me

All I ever do is admit

I make mistakes I just don’t know which

Is the one that closed all the doors around me

I just wanted to be told what it was so I could try to make it better

Empty apologies mean nothing

I can apologise for days and it will never mean anything

Because all I can do is apologise for things I don’t understand what it was

If I don’t understand then how can I fix it?

And one thousand written five letter words will never be worth

The words said outloud.

So what am I supposed to do now with every empty road followed and every door shut tight?

I could bang on them and scream apologies into the night

No, I think some of it was definitely not something to apologise for

Especially since May.

Especially since then I feel like March and April

Never happened.

I just felt like I was doing as I was told I didn’t know what I was doing would cause pain

It wasn’t my intention.

Intentions be damned.

Because even my intentions don’t matter.

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