Of all the things I did,

Of all the mistakes I could make,

Of all the things that aren’t ideal,

Is me letting you walk away.

The doubts that exist in my mind?

If they were stones,

They would build an empire.

The ache that plagues my heart?

It’s enough to keep me awake at night.

The fear that plagues my sleep,

The evil that haunts my dreams…

The sickness won’t let me hold on.

All is hope,

None is relief,

The worst is eternal damnation,

The best of it is love.

But no belief.

And all that can happen be death.

The guilt is a blessing,

The hatred is a friend,

The sadness is a lifestyle,

And the heartache is the norm.