The feeling of regret
Of not being there for someone.
The stench of sadness stained
Almosts
The people I've hurt,
The scenes I've seen
Replaying again and again
In my brain
These are the things that
Keep me up at night
"I really want to"
And "I'll try"
And "I'm sorry I couldn't"
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Smash holes in my confidence:
Tell me again how I don't care
About anyone but myself
It makes my indecision feel
As tangible as the chilled iron
In my chest
