Part of me feels like telling him where it all was wrong,
but what good does that do? None.
What's done is done. Just stop making
the same mistakes, again and again.
I say to myself, not him.
Where do I begin? In the shower today?
When I realize that my body and 'youth' is wasting,
though had I not wasted it in my youth,
it might not be wasting away now? I'd have a husband,
a partner, a father and more, but instead
I enjoyed friviously to MY own dismay!
I ask God for forgiveness, for the stupid, selfish things
I've done. Like not respect my ...