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I said I hated the word sorry.  That it meant nothing to me. It's just a word.  Very rarely does someone mean it.  Like some kind of a cruel reflex towards causing someone pain.  It's what you say when you have no way of explaining how much you regret something.  But it's shit.  It's just one word after all.  Everyone says it.  It has lost all meaning.  It's garbage.  I hate hearing it.  I hear it too often. It's the periods of every sentence in this sad pathetic poem I'm writing.  Everything ends in an I'm sorry.
No your not.  Your not sorry for this pain you've caused.  If you could go back you wouldn't even change a damn thing. Don't say you will.  Your not sorry don't say you are.  I don't need to hear it from you.  I really don't want to hear it from you please. Please don't say it to me. 
I'm sorry I feel this way.
I'm sorry I didn't tell you before.
I'm sorry I think it's me.
I'm sorry I think it's really you.
I'm sorry I told you.
I'm sorry but this is it.