Regret.

As I wright this little poem that will be so full with regret. I see my life as it used to be, happy.

So here in this poem is the life I regret ever living. Hate pulled me in. Love never got me out.

Time seemed so worthless. Happiness never there. The knife I wished I never picked up. The scars I wish would leave.

The pain that made me numb. The heart wrenching insults that hurt me so.

The ugly face I was forced to see ever day in the mirror looking back at me. The time I wish I could erase.

The hurt of being deceived. The blaim I placed on myself. The pure hatred held within me for so long.

The ever having to regret my life is what I regret the most.