Stuck I'm stuck.

Stuck

I'm stuck.

Some May question the phrase and others may know right away by

"I'm stuck".

I'm stuck on those good memories of the past, for which seem so long ago

They say "Forget the past, things are better in store for you"

If only that were true.

I'm stuck on the regrets, they fill up my head

They're like echoes, repeating every single wrong thing I said

In every thought, every regret it all begins with "I should've, I could've, I would've.."

I'm stuck on the people that have forgotten about me

while here I am still thinking about them.

The ones that have forgotten me are the ones that I seemed to have

watched out for the most, cared for the most, and

loved for the most.

I could go on with the many reasons on why I feel the way I do

But the point is

I'm stuck