Sorry always has a hidden meaning. (Now baby, It's your time to search)

“I’m sorry” 
                  She whispered.

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Two words can leave your mouth so dirty;
For they remind you of why they are spoken.
Residue from guilt builds in your arteries;
                                  Corroding your stomach.

And what does it feel like to hurt someone?
You were always the one pretending to cry;
Pity he’s not pretending this time.
And does it kill to know that your murdering?
Does it eat you up inside, does it poison your shot glass of tequila?
Does it make a difference at all?

Supple skin is melting in your heat.
He love(d) you, did you realise?
Does your incompetence register that word.
Here;  spell it with us:
L-O-V-E.
It means to unconditionally care for someone;  even though their the biggest slut-faced bitch.
But don’t worry;  I know you wouldn’t understand that concept.

Do you have a heart?
Does it beat?
Is it warm?
-no to all of the above.
Of course you don’t.
Your chest is silent.
And there is an immeasurably cold berth in your torso.

Does you skin burn?
Is the sulphur taste on your tongue acidic?

But wait, wait.
b-b-b-baby,  just pause.
Now reconsider.
Is this who you want to be known as?
Is this who you want to be at all?

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“I’m so, so, sorry”
                                  She whispered.
What hurts? 
She might actually mean it.

“I don’t care”
              He replied.
The worst thing?
She knew he meant every word.