Poetry

living with a nightmare from  being in a dream...to late to start again,or wipe the slate clean..did you ever love me,i quess il never know,or just takeing advantage of the love i had on show...my head full of regreats...i wish i could do more...how can i get it back to the way i was before...hopelessly reliving, the darkness of that day...if i could, i would change it, in every single way...repeating pointless  questions...why why why...instead of you...this is what  will live with me, until the day i die.