Sorry doesn’t fix things
Even if it is a nice gesture
But often its empty and common.

There are some things you can’t be sorry enough for,
Cheating on the person who would die for you,
Manipulating a trusted friend of years,
Leading people who love you to worry about your instability
And any true mistakes from your past.

Intentions are the manipulator’s safe haven
And don’t lead to much with real mistakes.

There is no sense of regret or dread that makes
Anything better or easier
And responsibility is the gauntlet of honesty
That only some truly wear.

The honest, the damned
The wounded, the loving
All feel the pangs of shame and guilt
Sent out by regret and injustice
But it never helped a soul being sorry
Except for your masochistic self.