"Never Shall We Die!"

Everybody have somebody, nobody has a someone.
Everything is something, nothing is everything.
Who could have realised that? It? Me?
Logical, but only psychical.
A thron in my pain.
A pin in my sadness.
An medal object in my consciousness.

"I'm sorry, for the things I have done to you"

Saying you are sorry, but you just couldn't let it be, you had to do it yourself.
Sorry doesn't help to a broken heart.
Days go by...
You still say your sorry.
Should I believe you today?
Another day goes by...