Beginning of my end

I'm so close to finishing, yet I've never fully seen the line of completion. 
No matter what, I only have had myself to blame for that mistake. 
I chose a life of neglecting my actions, and it's haunted my reason. 
I found a way to redo my ways, at a cost, only to find I was unable to accept the check. 
I have made peace with myself now, and only strive to get over the mass grave of mistakes I've laid to rest. 

With that behind me, I choose to climb, fight, persevere, and ignore the errors of my judgement,

Only to remember why I should have paid attention in the first place. Now I come to today, sitting alone with only my thoughts to haunt me. 
Do I regret my actions? Of course, hind sight makes clear every mistake I've placed. 
Will I succeed? I hope, for if I fail I have no where else to go. 

So, without further reason to wait, I begin my end.