In such little body I live in, so much regret I hold. By the lost of my love ones, and the distance is so far cold. For so long I have lived it, the less hopes I get to survive. And even fear inside me, I have always now denied. I no longer fear death, no longer the depths of hell. Is this even normal, am I really feeling well? No longer darkness haunts me, it no longer feeds from my fears. By all the time have passed, now I know what I regret during these years. By the words that I spoke, to my father it was hate. I regret what I said to him, but I know its to late. By the chance of love I had, I no longer see him now. Only by that question he ask, I didn't express my feelings from up to down. By the decision to move on, from where I first lived. I lost someone I cared for, she was a child of love to give.... And by the most times I regret, during times of stress. I regretted my own beginning of life... It had ended in such a mess...
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