Today I should never have awakened,

Never risen from the comfort of bed,

Never opened the door,

Never taken that step to existence. 

The air I breathe is a sad, lonely, lying, pathetic excuse;

A toxic gas that chokes out the life of a dying soul.

Nothing can fix that which I have carelessly destroyed.

Nothing can mend the friendship and love that words have torn apart,

Like sharp knives slicing through frail, thin slices of paper.

Nothing can change the face of Time,

Or rewind the clocks, betrayed.

Now wishing to take back those things I said

And everything that ever was,

I lay on my back, a broken man, waiting for all of this to end.