Stages of Sorrow

Regret

Why did it hurt so much everytime I saw her?

Why did tears run down my cheeks the moment I think of her?

Why did I feel so empty hearted?

Oh, wait...

I was the one that shattered her hearts

Into incurable pieces,

I was the one that left her alone in the streets

As she cried for my return,

I was the reason why her parents mourned

As I realised she's gone.

Every time I look back

This black monster in me grows and grows

like a disease.

That monster is regret.