Melancholy & Regrets

I cry when things don't go my way.

I wish I could start over,

and avoid having the same fate.


I tightened my grasp at the impossible.

Forcing it to be my reality.

But the more I hold on, 

the more I get hurt.


In a sea full of strangers,

Loneliness became my friend.

Words turned incomprehensible. 

They passed me by,

like the bullets I thought I dodged. 


As I watch my life fade away.

My heart breaks into pieces.

Seeing all of my what could-have-beens

slip away from me like dust.


E.


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