am I dying, or am I just on my period?

For the world.
For children who have been abused.
For abused animals.
For abandonment.
For addicted parents.
For corruption.
For drug trafficking.
For the lack of empathy.
For ignorance.
For cruelty.
For animals kept on display.
For racism.
For psychological abuse.
For the obvious divide between social classes.
For selfishness.
For the superiority complex.
For loneliness.
For grandparents abandoned to fend for themselves.
For psychological disorders.
For forgotten memories.
For infidelity.
For machismo.
For the missing.
For people shouting insults out loud.
For lust.
For self-loathing.
For mothers who cry.

For everything heartbreaking, I try to understand your pain and suffer alongside you, even though I know I will never truly know what it is like to live through something like that.

I’m sorry to my own family for the pain I have caused.
To my father, for the lack of communication.
To my brother, for the violence, and for the lack of guidance and respect.
To my mother, for believing that she isn’t happy and for thinking that she wasted her life on us, when she could have been so much more.

To all my loved ones whom I rejected and hated, I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for my egocentrism and for believing I was superior because I was aware of social class.
I’m sorry for being ignorant.
I’m sorry for words without actions.
I’m sorry to myself for not rebuilding myself and finding my way back to who I am.
I’m sorry for my lack of effort, willpower, and motivation.
I’m sorry for diminishing myself.
I’m sorry for wasting myself.

I’m sorry to God for abandoning Him.

I’m sorry.