Analysis of Sorry.

Oh how sometimes, I hate auto correct.
I know it's my fault, it was my neglect.

Just when you think that all has gone well.
You post your poem, see it, and say what the hell.

I think that most of us, know how I'm feeling.
It really sends my heart and mind reeling.

And then to top it off, you can't take back what you've said.
You pray for strength, cause in that moment, you want to be dead.