A Piece of poetry

Sorry

Sorry for the negativity I spread.
I hoped many times, but there's no end.
Words that are said cannot go back.
But it's never too late to regret.
I'm sick of myself. I'm sick of this place.
I'm sick of this game. I'm sick of today.
Should I continue to play?
The evil is waiting for its prey.
That's why I started to pray.
But everything around is decayed.
And no one can persuade
That it will be better in a decade.
Do you have anything to say?

I'm sorry...