I regret the choices I failed to make when the truth hit me dead in my face.

I sit

I wonder

I cry

I stress

Everything is piling up and it's becoming too heavy.

So why don't I listen to the signs.

Everyone can't be telling the same exact lie.

Realizing he wasn't the person i thought he was, was the hardest part.

Or maybe the hardest part was trying to continue after feeling like ending it all.

Drained

Every part of me.

And yet I couldn't give up.

I guess I just regret giving my all to the wrong person.

Because now I'm left with

Nothing