Regret.

I usually don't keep any regrets about anything in life.
I hardly give a damn about anything.
But there's this fire that keeps burnin inside you.
And when you look back at the things behind you.
You feel bad.
Bad about being you.
Bad about being a waste of flesh.
Bad about being ashamed of calling yourself wit your identity.
Those cozy corners give you company , when you can shed a tear or two.
Maybe they might be understanding what you're going through. That's just a maybe.
As you've hoped all your life for someone to understand you.
But those backs turn on you. And those smiles soon fade up on you.
Maybe drugs could numb this pain.
But you aren't supposed to take drugs aigh?
It leads to self destruction they say.
If only death could be simple and easy.
It would be so much better to leave everything ,
instead of dying a new death every single day.
If only the world was not like this.
If only the only companions one had were not cozy corners...
If only God were physically present to give a shoulder to cry on...
or a hand to hold my shivering hand.
If only his warm touch could wipe those tears.
And that unconditional love giving strength to conquer those fears.
Keep hopes high they say.
But my hopes have turned their backs on me.
And have set me free.
I never keep regrets i say.
But when life is one BIG regret..
Nothing goes your way
There’s no one you can blame.....