No regrets I made it this far
Painted in regret for trying to give myself away and not having it received.
It doesn’t die
It just lies here in wait for me to see the wrong thing so it can put me under again.
It’s a tool people use to destroy it.
Destroy me over and over.
Not living for anything except I just can’t drop
If it was that easy.
I can’t see myself a future I want because it was never offered to me.
Nothing to want or aim for that I actually want.
It’s just a straight line from here to the end and I want it more than anything in between
They say it’s about the journey but I don’t have anywhere to be going to or coming from anyways
Nothing
And then nothing
Stop handing me hope when it can’t ever happen
When I don’t want anything to happen because nothing can make this better
Close the damn window and cover up the light with stories of other people’s life
And I’m not afraid of it
Bring it on.
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