The living can never be truly sorry
Our wordly connections and values that ground us to this rock meant too much
Nothing is right until we have it our way, but that is the major fault within our anatomy
We exist to breed yet resist the urge
We preach controlling ourselves yet want to let go of our restraints at every opportunity
We cling to people who are escapes from the false realities we create to feel adequate when hte rest of the world tears us down
Those are the reasons we can never be sorry
Waking up is difficult, and we pray for nights to come
I pray for darkness to come for me so I can escape this horrible place called earth
I hope I leave something behind
But I doubt that I will in the future do anything of value
I hate this world
I’m sorry I was born
The world has be as a burden
Obeeda Poetry 