Regret it

Regrets hurt.

realanitaj

Are you free?
When your smile is it real?
Do your tears dry in your sheets?
Are you where you want to be?
Questions are meant to be asked,
But is there an answer each time you ask?
Cover in regrets,
Faced with pain.
Doubting myself is a regular thing,
Say I’m not good enough sometimes,
Make me sick,
I regret it.

Don’t be a pessimist be an optimist