Days to Years
Days to Weeks
Weeks to Months
Months to Years
The time speeds by
Regrets seep into my skin
Of all I should have said
From the days of confusion and numbness
Where I sat in wonder
Of what I had done
The time I hadn’t an idea as to why you left
To the weeks of acknowledgement and curiosity
I wonder what I could have done to fix
The thing I had broken
Before I can fix it
I have to realized that I am the reason you left
The words that come to my head aren’t enough
They don’t even begin to describe the way
That I am sorry
To the recent months of ice and solitude
The frozen chunks of my mind and heart
They bite at both myself
And everyone who I came in contact with
From the months of isolation and emptiness
I know now how it feels to be completely alone
Even in my own head
I leave myself alone
I wander off to some distant part of my mind
To the years of self-loathing and repair
After I was alone
I hated myself
With what I had done
Who I had hurt
I didn’t want to me around me either
It was only when I realized
Me hurting myself
Isn’t just hurting myself
Though I didn’t deserve it
People still cared for me
They wanted me to become my old self
Once more
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