Regret Poem

I sit in my room and all of this happens...but the thing is when someone calls me I'll force myself to stop and talk back with a normal tone and if they want to see me I wipe my tears and say 'hold on. I'm changing.'

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I can relate to this poem a lot. My best friend killed himself last year in December, and I regret not being a better friend because I feel like I could have saved him if I had tried hard...

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My Room, Dark Black

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Published: August 2012

my room, dark black
my nightmares come back
my past, won't leave me
I need some one to free me
deep hurt, my pain
all the regret makes me insane
my eyes, wet
the reasons why, I'll never forget
my arm, bloody
my words, cunning
my heart, broken
on each breath, I'm choking

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  • by Taylor Kircher
  • 2 years ago

I can relate to this poem a lot. My best friend killed himself last year in December, and I regret not being a better friend because I feel like I could have saved him if I had tried hard enough...

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