I regret just standing there.
I listened in and silently cried instead of helping you.
I know you excuse me because I was young.
But I refuse to excuse that mistake.
I may have been young, but you raised me right.
I knew I should have gotten help. I heard you yell.
I knew you fought back, but he was still bigger.
Every time he hurt you, my regret built up inside.
I listened to you cry afterwards. I wanted to go towards you but my feet wouldn't move.
Time goes on though.
I still continue to hold my head low.
The memories constantly flash before me. Reminding me of what I should have done.
But I promise eventually I won't run.
I'll stop being a coward.
It's been awhile since you've gotten away.
But still he continues to do it today. Not to you but to others.
I still see their bruises as well.
And one day I won't dwell.
I'll remember this regret and stop standing by.
I promise one day I won't just hide.
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~Bruised_warrior
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Regret
De TodoJust a random combination of my personal regrets. Read if you wanna be sad.