Most of the time I regret living.
I regret the supposed problems I caused.
I regret the times I chose to be alone.
I regret my entire life story.
The life that was written,
written down for me.
I regret the people.
I regret the problems.
I regret the guilt.
I regret people's thoughts of me.

I regret the injury I caused to myself.
The physical, emotional and mental collapse.
I regret the plague, the plague known as me.
I regret the death of my family. 
I regret the divorce,
the marriage that lasted 7 months.
I regret it all, everything.
Isn't that what you want to hear?
Why don't you write that down?
I even regret the fucking tears I cry.

I regret the screaming.
I regret the fighting.
That dark massacre that destroyed me.
I regret my past,
I regret my future.
I regret the people that ever cared,
the ones that reminded me,
that even if they looked at me for a single second,
I know that
For that one useless second,
I crossed their minds.
Even sometimes
I regret the world was ever here.