just

Much of life is near misses and it’s not like there’s a lot of second chances so letting go and sacrifices are real misses in the end strike outs knowing this time that just passed never returns some days I just can’t see the point of pontificating once again why you gotta act so damn…

survivor

there’s a mirror that looks back with a face that can’t leave the sadness like a habit that says grace like a priest for the losses you can’t confess anywhere but to the darkness as long as you’re out there but still inside me i can’t let it go i have to release the guilt…