Regret is a painful thing.
It's similar to guilt.
It eats you from the inside...
You loose courage and will.
A parasite that can kill you.
Lies were so easy back then, I remember.
When nobody would call you out.
Hell, you could even say you could speak Italian and nobody would do anything but laugh.
Free of weight, you never knew of consequences.
Until you got older.
Now, that weight grows.
My lying is no longer a last resort.
It's an addiction.
I want to scream.
But in a world who assumes me trustworthy.
A world that assumes me faithful.
Who would listen other than echoes of a lost friend.
Guilt is a weight.
Regret is a disease.
Weight will cause disease...
You can shed weight.
But diseases need a cure.
And sometimes, when hell becomes your heart,'
When your mind is rotted,
When you want to throw up your soul,
You find that cure.
Though there is only one.
And the voices stop.
Once you exhale.
A final time.