Thoughs Untitled

There was I
Hiding in the shadows
A little sad, yet not crying

All I had
Was pieces of my notebooks
I hold them firmly, wrists white

If I ever had
Another chance in another time
I would not ever waste it

It is too late
Tears of regrets can not fix my world
Past will remain tomorrow same

Only thing will change
I will be gone
Before you read my scratches