sorry again sorry still ill never be anything else

feels like you dont know me
feels i dont know you
between the tears as i wrote
what you read i dont regret
regret all my parts in the context
the charictar i am the person i was
eqwally inadiqwet across sheared time
the connection was lost between pessimism
and a massicisum of clear thought
though the reality outside this psychosis
is devastating to my entire story
all my efforts
i forced myself to learn
whats wrong with the world
i got a degree in deception and homelessness
alone with only your memory
waiting in hope that ud forgive me
and permit me to talk with you again
i waited and i grew
and i fought the wold at every turn
i met the devil many times
he smiled and called me friend
i also met my father and learn by his word
and i waited alone never a hello
this is the first time you ever said goodbye
i tryed my best to let you know
its more then the worlds you mean
if i say anything its a burden to your mind
i feel its never not been this way
the story's never changed
you friends would whisper his name to my ears
outside your prospective im infertiour
a waste of time
to fucking distance
qwcword and terrifide
im not a vilont type
just out of time to wait
at some point you have to draw a line
live forever alone in a world i despise
or get a fucking spine and do something about it
we all get old and die and what to these reasons
if you have nothing what can you loose
the truth is so mutch less then nothing iggists
the trades of sex and slavery
the degraded bodys of the abused
with flesh torn and bound limbs
starved and dieing children
born in to the bissness
a sicker mans pleasure
another kind of devil
the true loss of free will
in country's built on honor
behind closed doors for a dollar
so mutch less then nothing have thease humans
so mutch  more alone
i want my iggistance to actually make a diffrents
in a fundamental way
i seek this with death
i do not plan to die or be dead i will continue
but you will never have a opportunity or chance
you will never see me again
im sorry again
im sorry still
its the places ive been
and the things that ive seen
the pepole that ive known
the person ive loved
and the pepole that loved me
that made me how i am
and orthough its not mutch
its so much more then nothing
im sorry again
im sorry still
ill never be anything ealse
tell me what to do
tell me something
dont say goodbye
i am sorry still again and again
my subconsciousness told me
i failed to lissin without time to Analise
the first to arrive the last always to leave
written tests and my illiturecey
six straight weeks and the middle
five to nine
forgive me or forsake me
im doing this for you
still im sorry again
im running out of ways it
you cant hear my mind
i did my best to let you know
ive lost the only friend ive ever loved
again live lost the only friend ive ever cryed
again ive lost my link to shangrala
my heart ways heavy the gates are shut
the deepist of pits they call hell
the deepest of pits i call home
ive always been this way
ill never be anything else
still
im sorry
again
tell me what to do