I hate myself for it,
It's my own brand of failure,
How can I ignore it?
I'm stuck here thinking,
What do I do now,
And is there any way,
That I can fix things,
And How?
Disappointment and regret overtake me,
Who knew something so simple could break me,
What does this mean now,
For the future,
Is there such thing as a broken life suture?
I'm not the type to give up,
But when the road is blocked,
Is there any way to feel but rocked?
