I remind myself that I've already done the hardest thing.
That I can't share my peace with those of whom my sickness has tarnished
is in part the cost.
I must bare this and remember who and what I was.
I've already done the hardest thing and now I must live with it.
'I'm Sorry' falls on deaf ears to those who don't care to hear anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem