Regret

Everyday is a rerun. All my mistakes replaying in my mind. The opportunities missed. The words unsaid. Over and over they torture me with my failure. If only I had said the right thing, done the right thing, been in the right place at the right time. Now I'm here, watching other people live the life and love I dreamed of. It mocks me as it passes me on the street, indifferent to the pain it's causing. I've tried everything humanly possible to recover, but everytime I make a move for it, I'm knocked back even further than I was before. I can't take it anymore. I just need the pain to stop. I need this to end. It's too dark for them to see me, and they are going so fast, they won't notice until it's too late. That truck will be the end of this lonely walk. The tears continue to flow as I step out.