I lay in bed,
Knowing i'll be dead by tomorrow.
The air is cold as always,
Gently brushing against my blood-stained skin.

The regret slowly starts slipping into my mind,
Yet i lay there,
Unable to move.
I stare at my body,
Knowing i was the cause of my own death
(Or was i?)

I let someone in,
Now i leave this world by myself,
Over a few stupid decisions,
Interactions that should have never happened.
I'm sorry.