Didn't I, My Dear?

I have officially fucked things up with my own insecurity.

And I know I won't be taken back.

I'm the only one to blame, no tears will bring him back, no words, no time, no nothing. And because I didn't love myself. I've been damned by my own words.
I could never apologize enough, or fix this. It seems so mellowdramatic as most of things involving myself become. Sorry isn't enough.

Vide of purpose, vide of life, vide of heart. I wish I could say goodbye, but I'd rather disappear.