Regretting
I'm laying on my bed,
looking at the ceiling.
Wondering,
why am I crying?
Crying over again.
Tears just keep falling
and wanting to drown me
in a sea of regrets.
Regrets I've made
for I was hesitating
to take the possibilities
that would happen.
They say,
"Risking is better
than regretting."
It's true.
For here am I,
extremely regretting
and it is the reason
why I am crying.
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