QUESTIONS. By: Faustina Marfo.

I die everyday
With thoughts of the mistakes I made
Not just mistakes, regrets.
The “why didn’t I listen” ?
The “what made me do it” ?
Questions that crush my existence
It’s a struggle to breathe knowing that going back in time only happens in movies.
“Why was I so naive” ?
Questions that knock me to the ground,
I want to forgive myself
I thought I forgave myself
But I can’t, I haven’t
At least not yet
I die everyday
With regrets that hunt me.

Written by: Faustina Marfo.

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