Wishing things could have gone differently
Drudging up the past in your mind
An inflicted state of morbidity
Words spoken to yourself are maligned

Replaying the same mistakes over and over
Negative mantras of your life
How do you hold onto your composure
When you are full of so much strife

Your midnight nightmares of mental torment
Illusions played out in your head
Like psychic tortures causing your descent
Intellect hanging by only a thread

Trying not to make the same mistakes again
Your future in total disillusion
Wallowing in anguish you are condemned
To a bygone institution