Two and a half decades wasted,
a life never lived
and slowly slipping away.

The years haunt me;
their voices echo to remind me
of the shame in my past.

All these mistakes follow me
into the darkness of tonight,
keeping me awake.

The nightmares are constant;
they make me bleed
from the inside out.

I want to move on
but the past won’t leave me be,
forever lurking.

I may need to end it all
to get away from myself,
but I don’t have the strength to let go.

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Inspired by: “Glass in the Trees” by Dead Poetic

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