Lack of understanding

I'm sorry
I'm sorry that you can't grasp what I lay down.
I'm sorry that you can never possibly understand.
I'm sorry that I live by what the voice tells me, it's just too loud.
I'm sorry that I tried your help. I'm sorry that I'll never be good enough. They sting.
”do you really want to look at that?”
I’m ashamed you don’t have to remind me. They fill my leg and sting my life.
”I just don't understand”
The same words over and over another person down until there’s no one left.
I’m so empty you can hear the echoing cry for help in the hollow mass that is myself.
I keep going because I have to keep going.
Their fake concern burns the edges of my eyes as I choke out “I’m okay”
Each step feels like a mile, each cut leaves another red stain. Each time I hear another
“It will get better” I dismiss them...I know it won’t.