I’m sorry for all of the years
That I ignored your tears.
I’m sorry for all of the reasons why
I didn’t hear your silent cry.
I hate myself for not learning sooner
That your death can’t be construed for humor.
I will never be able to apologize enough
that you’ll never feel a kind or friendly touch.
I’m sorry that you’ll never know a day
where you can see sunlight and eat fresh hay.
I’m so sorry that your hell is everywhere
I’m more sorry that I can’t make them care.
I’m sorry that you’ve seen the devil’s face
and I’m sorry that it’s the human race.
A D.W. Original