Are You Sorry Yet

Are you sorry yet? You better believe I'm still hurt. The cruelest things you say with such assert. I'm crippled in pain and needing you while you show no alert. I hold it in my heart when all care you avert. I am so sorry for the things I said but not one word you revert. How can you purposely ignore me? For you I beg till my face in dirt. Can you feel at all? Your words are so bitter and tart. My insults are plain, your's thought out and smart. Are you so used to trying to appear as if you have no heart? Gun going off with no finger on trigger start. Your eyes and ears are closed as I watch you shoot aimed rounds I try to dart. In aftermath I hear you humming tunes while I rip my head apart.