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Tonight I'm Sorry, Tomorrow I Won't Be.
Tonight— I’m inconsolably disappointed and I’ve reached my limit. Everything fell apart, my feelings disappeared and the empathy I used to feel, no longer exists. I’m sorry this happened but it’s your fault. You caused this, you caused an absolute end to your monarchy. I’m sorry I changed. I’m sorry the person I've been, doesn't feel as warm as the old one did. I'm sorry for taking all my resentment out on you. I’m sorry I hated myself, I’m sorry that made you hate me too. I’m sorry for the times my mind wondered what life would be like without this Galactic Empire tattoo. I regret the day I entered your shop, the day I first met you. I’m sorry for the times I’ve wished that tattoo didn’t exist, I’m sorry there were days I wished your ink never found my skin. I'm sorry for the times I said, "It's your fault my life ended up like this." And I'm sorry I won't take it back.
Maybe I’m acting this way towards you because secretly, somewhere deep down.. I believe your hands hold at least some portion of the blame and maybe that portion isn’t very small. Maybe there are times I blame you for it all. My destruction came from what only your hands possessed, what your hands offered and I chose to accept. Maybe sometimes I hate you for it, for injecting me with that first hit. Look what you did to me, created another pathetic junkie. I abhor you, I'm only a little sorry for that. Two years I loved you, and look how you loved me back.
I’m sorry for the way things turned out. I’m sorry I’m just another friend who lost control and I’m sorry you’ve made this mistake again. Don't inject anyone else with your heroin. I'm sorry for adding to the guilt you've been struggling to lift. I’m sorry I turned out like them, yet another friend you’ve lost to the syringe. Did you mean to hand me an addiction or did you want someone to share this life with? I’m sorry for everything I did, the names I called you and every promise I swore I wouldn’t break, but did. "This will be my last hit." "If you quit, I'll quit." Truth is, you bring out the worst in me and I don’t know why that is. I'm sorry that I left and won't return to your bed. I really did loved you, I swear I did.. a lot more than I care to admit.
Love,
The hit I hope you regret
Maybe I’m acting this way towards you because secretly, somewhere deep down.. I believe your hands hold at least some portion of the blame and maybe that portion isn’t very small. Maybe there are times I blame you for it all. My destruction came from what only your hands possessed, what your hands offered and I chose to accept. Maybe sometimes I hate you for it, for injecting me with that first hit. Look what you did to me, created another pathetic junkie. I abhor you, I'm only a little sorry for that. Two years I loved you, and look how you loved me back.
I’m sorry for the way things turned out. I’m sorry I’m just another friend who lost control and I’m sorry you’ve made this mistake again. Don't inject anyone else with your heroin. I'm sorry for adding to the guilt you've been struggling to lift. I’m sorry I turned out like them, yet another friend you’ve lost to the syringe. Did you mean to hand me an addiction or did you want someone to share this life with? I’m sorry for everything I did, the names I called you and every promise I swore I wouldn’t break, but did. "This will be my last hit." "If you quit, I'll quit." Truth is, you bring out the worst in me and I don’t know why that is. I'm sorry that I left and won't return to your bed. I really did loved you, I swear I did.. a lot more than I care to admit.
Love,
The hit I hope you regret
Published 5th Feb 2013
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1st Mar 2013 11:39pm
Great write from the heart and kept me glued to your words.
Love is the only high that makes you feel better physically and mentally more than anything. You can make as much as you want and share as much as you want and as long as you never have expectations then you should stay high.
He possibly just sold you love as a prelude to a hook so you are right to be angry at yourself for being caught, but that is the way we all grow up in one way or another.
Anger revenge all weaken the spirit so move on and bye the bye...welcome to DUP.
Love is the only high that makes you feel better physically and mentally more than anything. You can make as much as you want and share as much as you want and as long as you never have expectations then you should stay high.
He possibly just sold you love as a prelude to a hook so you are right to be angry at yourself for being caught, but that is the way we all grow up in one way or another.
Anger revenge all weaken the spirit so move on and bye the bye...welcome to DUP.
