Is it too late to regret now?
Messed everything
Left "good" in nothing
The stress, the sadness, the darkness, the fear
All the tears that shed, are they still worth it?
Spirit is shattered, can't keep as a whole,
The chaos in the mind and lost tamed soul,
The figure eyes wanna see doesn't exist,
A drastic horrible deviation from the selected goal.
Dreams turned to nightmares just in a flash,
A sparkle long carried, now equates the trash,
Thought euphoria would last, cherishing the life,
How does it feel when nothing's left to smash?
'When one door closes, hundreds get opened'
Something the bedtime stories taught years back,
How am I supposed to find a way when I'm trapped-
In a cul-de-sac with no turning back.
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