Regret
Wrote this a few months ago, when I was going thorugh an uncharacteristic depression phase. I'm better nowadays, finally, but anyways, here's this.
Looking back, thinking forward,
the serrated blade of the past grinds even deeper.
What I could have said,
what I should have said,
the things I have said,
I never should have even thought.
The past can't be changed.
Most things can be fixed.
Some wrongs will never be made right.
Most have forgotten, the wounds I've sustained. They barely remember their own.
Buried deep in the drawers of their minds.
The things I have done lie fresh in their minds,
but the wrongs they've done me, erased from their minds each day it was dealt.
There's too much conflict, not enough regret,
the past can't be changed.
The blade is sawing at marrow.
My wrongs will never be made right.
the only thing I do pray for is amnesia, so that all this,
I'll one day forget.