Revolt

I can't sleep at night,
Knowing what I've done.

Regret eating away at me,
For choosing such poor actions.
Poor in decision.

Decisions I now can't take back.

Disgusted in the fact that I have nothing left to give.
And it was all given away,
worthlessly.

I always see that Im certain of myself.
But I question why I chose certain things
Without stopping and thinking.

I dont know what I want
But I know I want so much...at once.