Doubts

Sometimes, I regret things.

I regret not being brave, I regret not telling anyone when I had the chance.

I don't know if writing is the way I should have gone.

Every chance life gets, it taunts me.

Every second of regret I have, it pierces my regret and slowly widens it.

Like ice that gets in cracks and freezes. So that the stone is slowly getting larger.

Torment.

Eternal.