Being sorry

Sorrows and pain. Regret saying the awful things I did, Rethinking every action I took, I know I am wanted you to feel the pain, The pain that I gave. Overthinking the motions the lead up to the moments of sorrows, sorrows and pain. I wish you could feel and even read my mind. You would understand and know the emotions I am feeling, the emotionally baggage is unbearable. Being sorry is the load that I carry because my pride is even heavier. My dignity isn't going to be scared but my conscience will be tormenting my every waking second. Closing my eye will be my prison. The prison I can't escape from no matter how long and hard I plan.