Sorry, sorry, sorry, that was his favorite word.

Sorry was the word I always heard.

Sorry for the first time he called me a bitch.

Sorry for the first time his fists hit my lips.

Sorry for the black eyes.

Sorry you have to wear sunglasses in the wintertime.

Sorry for the missing tooth.

Sorry for the non-stop bruises.

Sorry for the broken ribs.

Sorry for the blood I made you shed.

Sorry for the on going pain and tears.

Sorry for everything I did.

Sorry is what I said to myself as I took my last breath

Sorry was the last word my boyfriend said.

Just before the doctor pronounced me dead.

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