Morbid Reflection

Sometimes i feel such amazing loss. So many many years wasted, where was i? I think about what I almost had.
So close, it seems I've failed again. My part I feel was effortless, less effort paid me ounce again.My life I tried it would not end, Feelings of shame, guilt, self-pity. Maybe all these years gone past have been for me to get to here.I must stand up, not fall again.
Today's the day my life begins. Stop looking back, morbid reflection. This is the day I take direction.

By, ME