its the end where i begin

but this vicious cycle of regret

is a crime hard not to commit

as i lay here in its shackles

tortured by the past i'll admit

but unlike most its not what i did

its what i didn't.

while the truth still remains, time is just time

stopping for no one as its pages turn until the day we die

yet the only question that seems to linger is why

only why.

so here i am