There are so many decisions to make.
Make a wrong one? It's hard to go back.
Think of the infinite choices that could have been.
But I made the wrong choice.
I could have made different choices in my life,
but they were always the wrong choice.
It feels too late to go back now.
I regret the choices I made.
If I just took that step a moment faster,
things may have been different.
Regret is all I have at this point.
It's hard to let go.
Each day I am haunted by my regret.
Darker, deeper, and always there.
Regret makes everything go black.
It's too tragic, for me.