Dreams

Wallowing in self-pity and incessant regret, my life's not the same and I can't stand it. Left me for dead, screwed up in the head. All this blood that I've bled, all this pain I can't shed. The good times were a blast, but they're in the past. The bad times are now, and they're killing me. I no longer care if I live or die. I no longer care if I make it home. I no longer care if I'm not there. All these questions running through my head, all these dreams of being dead. All these desires to feel nothing, all these wishes for something.