Apologies for the wrongs that shaped you into a weapon.
Nobody apologized to you and you still created scenarios of yourself rejecting the apologies you were sure would never come.
So sorry you hurt so many people because you hurt yourself.
Hurt people hurt people.
And you only ever knew how to exist when you are wanted. I am so sorry that you were never loved and it made you cruel. You’ve become the villain in their story but in mine, you’re just damned and broken.
You churn chaos, you’ve been natured on breadcrumbs so long that you learned to lick love off knives and any acts of kindness get to you that you imagine for a moment you are worth something.
Apologies black child, that you’ve thrived on rage that peace feels like a setup for you.