This is a poem of regrets
Of pain
And of sorrow

I regret hiding my sadness
And letting it fester and grow
Behind closed doors

I regret waking up every morning
And getting out of bed
When I know only bad things wait for me

I regret letting my guard down around you
Because you will probably hurt me
And never even notice

I regret breathing
The one thing keeping me alive
Is it's own kind of poison

I regret writing this poem
Because in your eyes
My words are pointless
And even if I share this
Nothing will change