a wasted apology

Your words cut deeper than this rusty blade that shimmers in the dull sunlight. What drove you to this conclusion that the bitter words that spill freely from your blistered lips is nothing more than the truth? Do you honestly think that your twisted words have no weight on my weak and fragile soul? Do you even care as violet crimson tear drops spill down my cheeks letting my cries of pain drown out any other sounds around me.

So tell me do you feel any compassion for the poor pathetic creature that you easily crushed by claming such foul words? Seeing the tear stricken face of the victim you have burned with your foul words you son feel pity for them and whisper two simple words over and over again as though they hold some type of mystic power that will dwindle away the pain that you bestowed upon me that twisted fateful day.

How can a mere apology take away the aching pain in my chest? How can two simple words ebb away the blood stained tears that I have shed for the remaining hours? And what makes you think that just because you said these two simple words that I will easily forgive you?