I'm sorry

As I write now with a heavy heart I hope
That I could bear the brunt of it all for you
And never make you shed tears not of joy,
For mine are at the thought that yours were.

I'm sorry that I may have been insensitive.
I'm sorry that the sad thoughts keep taking over.
I'm sorry that all I am is sorrow.
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I'm sorry that I could scream the words to hundreds, yet not make you feel that they're true.
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I'm sorry that I'd inflicted you with my melancholy.
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I'm sorry that all I can say is "I'm sorry."

And I'm sorry that I'm still thinking about it, even after you told me not to.