A Whispered ApoLogy

Been chatting lately to a girl with a broken heart,
Is she any different from the other girls in the mart?
Part of her is stuck like leftovers in a shopping cart,
And she's just another girl with a heart pierced by dart.

Yet it made me think about the time we had together,
In a whirlwind of guilt and conscience coming in tatter.
Had what i done caused an effect i can't begin to wonder,
Is the wound caused by me hurting the way it did her?

I guess like the guy in the story the girl told me,
I am not much different and i'm not proud to be.
I see the way things are the way i didn't use to see,
I am now facing what i did with no intention to flee.

Who would have known that a girl could be hurt like that,
Who could known those words hurt more than caling her fat?
I made me write this to whisper my apology and not to fret.
I guess what i did was just one of the things that i might regret.

I didn't mean this message to be anything but bland,
And what i explained long ago is still my current stand.
Leave out the bitter memories and remember grand,
I hope you are well and that you finally understand.

A meaningless apology to you but i am sincere.
I have not the guts to say it to you so i say it here.
Sorry for doing the very thing i know you fear.
Sorry for saying those words you didn't wanna hear.

IsoLation

Isolated in a place people call home,
Drifting pointlessly in a spherical dome.
What is the point of defying gravity,
When all there's left to me is captivity?

Isolated in a concrete jungle with no life,
Everyday is just another meaningless strife.
What is the point of tyring to survive,
When what is gone can no longer revive?

Isolated in a norm that is considered abnormal,
I might be in the midst of something paranormal.
What is the point of doing what i think is right,
When there is no recognision or whatsoever in sight?

Isolated within the outside & inside myself,
I am nothing like those book lying on a shelf.
What is the point of finding my direction,
When i'm denied the chance for vindication?

Isolated by the feeling of isolation overwhelming,
Every fork and turn i take is just me escaping.
What is the point of having connection with your surrounding,
When all that is left in the end is the feeling of lost & uncomprehending?