Apologies

I'm roaming around with apologies to people when they should be directed from them to me. I shake hands with a clenched fist willingly. I'm tired of sleeping because it no longer fuels me. I send letters in my head to nobody and write novels in a neuron. I tell you I'm sorry when you're the one to blame. Writing this can never show every combination of letters in my head that I have thought. There is no way that there is any combination of those letters that will be the key to unlock the door that leads you to me.