My mental health goes up and down,
I cry for help but the stars won't come,
down to tell me how should I thrive,
honestly don't think I want to survive.

Okay I regret, fuck it, I do regret it.
I regret making that choice and the next.
It fuckin hurts to see that face daily,
and it fucking hurts inside my heart,
and I have no hope because I can't.

I don't wanna be me anymore, no.
All of these days that I live pretending,
like I'm alright, like it's fine, but I can't.
Because I can't take back that choice,
because it's too late to erase the fire,
that burned our hearts that night.

I can't cope with it, can't do anything,
but pretend it's alright till it's fine,
but it's never fine, only numbing pain,
that comes back when I'm reminded,
of what I lost and left to burn alone.

All this time I spent running around,
making circles in the sand,
throwing rocks into the deep ocean,
damming the sky and all it's light,
I just couldn't cope with the truth,
that my heart was always right.

Yeah my heart was always right and,
you were always right for my heart.
I denied the truth many times,
for whatever consolation might be,
but I don't anymore I loved you.

I'm sorry.

© dats_poetry