Life is very strange

Варвара Костерецкая
I'm so sorry you died. Again. Because of me.
I tried to fix up everything,
But all I left behind are shambles and ruins.
You wasn't the worst thing.

I'm so sorry I failed. Again. I'm guilty.
And none of tears or repentance can save your life.
I don't deserve forgiveness or acceptance.
I don't know was I wrong or right.

I'm sorry I can't change that,
A lot of people still alive because of me,
Have I to care about them
If you are in a cemetery?

I'm so sorry of my useless power
Or that I'm odd, I am a weirdo,
I won a war but lost the battle
Where I killed you.

I'm so sorry you're dead.
Again. Because of me.
I had to sacrifice my own head,
But now I can't do anything.


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