I’m sorry has been so overused, it’s become a part of me.

 To be sorry. 

For asking for your care and respect. 

I’m sorry I asked for an open ear when my pillow was filled with tears. 

I’m sorry for asking for kindness when I needed it most.  

Im sorry for expecting the person I loved most

 to be there when I wanted to end it all. 

How much longer do I have to wait?

This thing called love, lately has been feeling like hate. 

They say that putting others first is always a blessing. 

But as in doing so, I feel that I’m just digressing.