All the things I haven’t done. The things I chose to ignore. To protect myself, my head. What’s it worth? Its easy to define and defend it when you look it in the eye.. when you feel it beneath your skin. But when it really comes down to it.. when I’m alone and calm and reflective..
We only have one life And mine is being wasted. Deteriorated.
When all is said and done, when everything ends. My life is spelled with regret. I will never forgive myself for being this way.
I would rather eliminate the possibility than to exist abandoned and empty.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
