"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Sorry isn't enough. The word *sorry* doesn't mean anything by itself. It's just a word used to brush off a problem. Wether it was caused by them or not, they were never sorry. They were never genuine with their responses. *Sorry*, isn't even something people should be saying to someone who wants to end it. End it all. End their own life, and other's. Someone with just an urge to hurt people. He can't help it. He didn't want to be born like this at all, nor be even born to begin with. After all of this mess, what's the point? If everyone leaves him, if everyone hates him, if everyone thinks he's not good enough for their "high and mighty standards", then why? Is there a reason to try and please everyone if they're all gonna fade away? He KNOWS what's wrong with him. He KNOWS that people thinks he's insane. And he knows why too. Honestly, you can't blame them for believing that. He has such an odd mindset about things, I've seen it in action myself. He has all of these weird, gross, disturbing thoughts and ideas. It's sickening the way he thinks. He can't control himself either. If he had one of those ideas, he might just do it. It's a surprise he's not locked up in a mental asylum yet. I hate him so much, for all the things he's done. He lives inside my head, operating the things I feel and think. He makes me care about people that I don't know or like. He makes me say things I regret. He makes me touch myself in strange ways I would've never explored if I were in control. He has me contemplating every decision, even when I already know it's not up to me anyway. He makes me want to hurt people. He tells me I'm not good enough, and that I'll never amount to anything. He says I'd be better off dead. And the worst part is, I believe him. I TRIED getting him to go away with pills and other medications. I TRIED getting other people to help me. It's all my fault though. I'm the one who let him in. I'M the one who listened. I'm a dumbass.
