Mistakes - Poem by clawdea benat
I wish to die. begging to be dead.
spare my life in a cotillion soldiers
very sad and useless life
i live to hurt and to feel pain,
i choose to be alone
and here it was the outcome!
cannot give back the time. you can meet again
with the people you know
i wonder if there`s a ``chance`` for me
a chance hopefully to be given, to change my fate
but if it not be granted
i would accept then of who i am now
i would go into the deep sole that no one could touch me
i broke everything and its my fault
i cannot give back the times i have regretted
and i think its over b/n me and my reality
dying alone without pain, without revenge
no future, no goal,
no friend, no love.
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