Forget and Regret.(1)

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.