Never really thought it would get to this point.
I'm not used to making mistakes that're this monumentally huge.
I feel like I had a key to solve this in one hand, and a knife in the other to free my guilt.
I chose neither.
On the surface I lived my best life, while I left my issues unresolved
And like the undead, it rose up and squeezed me like a vice grip.
Now, I can't move. In every corner of my mind it's there and I'm in pain.
Maybe it's too far gone to deal with
Do I face it still? Do I fight it? Do I confront the fear that I've been running from?
Regret is the poison that sneaks up on you when you're at your weakest.
The floor under my feet will soon crumble, and I'll fall into the inevitable.
Whatever happens, it will affect my destined future whether I'm ready for it
or not. I'm clutching on the final straws to get out. Will they be strong enough?
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never really read sonnets...
PoetryA poem about suffering and dealing with problems one has internalized which results in regret and mental turmoil.
