Regrets - Poem by Samantha Schenk
Reaching for you, memories flash by.
I can imagine you face, and I start to cry.
I look in my mirror, but all I can see.
Is not an image of me, but a zombie.
Tears soak my cheeks, and eyes are blood-shot red.
Why does it still hurt, and not heal instead?
My savior must not be, or he is no longer there.
I believe this is true, even though it's not fair.
I can't blame Him for all my issues.
But right now I need a friend, and a few tissues.
My pillow is soaked all the way through.
But to be honest, that is nothing new.
My heart cries only for you.
But now it screams that it will die for you too.
I know that you hate me, and I don't blame you.
If I knew me, i would hate me too.
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