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.

Leave a comment