I sit here, remembering my past,
pondering, how did I last?
Echoes of despair once vast,
ready to let my life pass.

In my mind, a relentless voice, whispers,
"You don't matter, you are nothing."

Haunted by the mistakes I made,
specters of regret, will they ever fade?
Yet, it is over, it's done, nothing left to be remade.

Struggling not to let it control my day,
seeking light to find a new way.
It is hard not to let the past,
cast shadows over today.

Still, I strive to find my way,
hoping for brighter days,
believing my future holds,
brighter days and lighter ways.

Here's to happier times, on the horizon,
sure to come my way.