As I lie awake in my bed, I remind myself of all my stupid mistakes How I could've avoided them and fixed the situation My mom said not to use the word "could," Because it is too late to change my past There is no point in dwelling on it But if I could go back and redo half, Knowing what I know now, maybe, just maybe, I'd be in a better position Instead of worrying that I'm not good enough And that I'll somehow be a complete mess
Everything would be different But I am happy now, and I wouldn't trade that And if I went back in time and changed things, I would not be where I am now
A few years ago I was in a dark place and I wrote this a year after it all. I recently found it. Here it is