New Kind Of Monster Poem by Sierra Staten

I'm sorry that everything I do is a mistake.
Everything that I've said and done, I regret.
And if I could take everything back I would,
faster than anyone else.
I live for nothing.
I waste the things that others spend their entire lives trying to achieve.
I've taken everything I have for granted, including you.
I was oblivious to things that I shouldn't have been
And I give you my sincerest apologies for that.
As of right now I no longer am alive.
I live, though I am dead, and I cannot be brought back.
I am a new kind of monster.
The kind nobody fears except myself.