Sadness and Regret.
As I wake each morning.
I battle to bring my self to rise.
The torments of past days only bring more pain.
The voices of sadness and regret speak to me.
Telling me of my failures.
Telling me my sins.
Bathing me in my own sadness.
Waiting for the time to hold me under.
I thrash at my inner demons.
But they laugh and mock my attempts to save my self.
Slowly the surface of my sadness rises.
I drown in my own sadness,
And suffocate on my regret.
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