When you read this, I'll be all but gone,
Just another memory on the wall.
The picture will fade till it's naught but gray,
But the memory will forever live in color.

There are many things I want to say,
The time is short, but it's what is left.
We make do the best we can,
With our limited fleeting existence.

First, an apology to those I have wronged,
The devil's hands are idle playthings,
And when the devil got bored, he likes to play.
He got bored far too often and you all paid the price.

Second, an apology to those I didn't.
If you weren't worth messing with, I didn't give credit,
And that may be the greatest insult of all,
That you were considered truly irrelevant.

Thirdly, an apology to the heavens,
I spoke your name in vain, and cursed all you are,
And when nothing came to strike me down, I considered myself just.
I didn't respect your significance or meaning.

Fourth, an apology to the person I love,
I haven't been the man I should have been.
Actually, I haven't even been a quarter of that,
And now I am finally paying the price.

Fifth, an apology to the women I didn't love,
You were lied to, and deceived, and brought to your knees,
And I didn't cry for you. It's no consolation,
I only did what'd been done to me, and that was wrong.

Sixth, an apology to my friends.
I say that word loosely, because I don't consider us as such,
Nor should you consider me the same.
We had a lot of fun, but neither of us know who the other is.

Seventh, an apology to my mother,
You have no idea what you brought into this world,
And if I should have my way, you never will,
All the same, I bring dishonor upon your name.

Eighth, an apology to the places I've called homme.
You never were as such, and I never gave you a chance.
I'm constantly searching, roaming, looking for anything at all,
And nowhere is good enough to be where I belong.

Ninth, an apology to the people reading this who haven't fit into any of the above,
You are lost and confused and probably don't get why I say what I do.
You aren't meant to. This is a selfish act of my own volition.
Just sit there and watch as I execute my final apology.

Finally, tenth of all, an apology to myself.
I have ruined your life harder than any of all,
For all I have done and said to others, you are the one hurt most,
You have to live with the damage I've done to your reputation.

The last words are set, the final notes are played,
I've apologized to all, and yet nothing has changed.
A devil and an angel at a crossroads meet this evening,
Both hand in hand, watch the final moments, not knowing what to say.

Finito, the end, sayonara, that's all folks.
Taking a bow at the end of a decade long performance,
It's time to grow up and leave the opera to the kids,
It's been an honor to play for you this fine evening.

It took me a minute to notice this is basically a poetic version of your final post. Apologies are very hard to make, but so many powerful ones are listed here.