My Regrets, My pain…

They're all ways here.

No, matter where I go,

No, matter what I do,

They're here.

I try to run,

But, I cannot.

I try to get away,

But, It's no use

They're always here.

I fight them, but they always win.

They continue to kill me slowly inside.

No one knows,

No one cares.

My regrets, my pain…

Flow sliently down my arm.

My regrets, my pain...

Haunt me until the end.

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