Hours of crying,
Under the covers.
Thinking of the mistakes I did,
Thinking of the chances I didn’t take,
Wondering the ‘what ifs’ and ‘what would have beens’
.

Life that’s never enough
Always want more than what it offers.
Living has become too hard
With the judgments I got every single day,
Pointing fingers and commenting about my existence.

The path that I took,
Is it safe?
The decision that I made,
Is it the right one?
Was it...