
Do you regret it?
Letting go,
Making them cry,
Lying to serve yourself.
Do you regret it?
Thinking only of you,
Turning your back,
Leaving scars they can’t undo.
Do you regret it though?
Breaking promises,
Wearing them down,
Leaving them with grief to drown.
No regrets then?
On their deathbeds,
No more words of wisdom,
Yet you feel nothing—no numbness, no rhythm.
Definitely no regrets?
When nightmares creep,
When memories whisper,
When guilt begs you for peace?
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