Antes que junho acabe

I don't want to feel sorry for myself

but the alternative is hating myself

feeling disgusted

drowning endlessly in self-loathe

I don't want to feel sorry but what else is there to feel?

How much longer do I need to hurt?

When will I be able to experience joy without guilt?

I am sorry

I am so sorry

Do words have meaning?

Do apologies count for anything?

How many rights will it take to counter so many wrongs?

I don't want to feel sorry for myself

But the alternative is to bleed out the guilt

Which is all that I am

And by the end 

There would be nothing left