So much time left for regret.

Does it ever occur to anyone,
that somehow we all have our own skeletons
and all it takes is that when something dies
bury it all up and celebrate its life.

if im gonna get to personal feelings,
which might be the first of which ive revealed
im absolutely shaking in fear right now,
for the people around me, for myself.

what confuses me the most is how
everytime something happens,
it gets pulled into a whole chain reaction,
like raining is not enough,
there must be typhoons.

regretting is inevitable,
facing mistakes, whether drugged,
intoxicated, or rash,
anything that constitutes to bad decisions.
will definately be a bitch.
what defines a person's character
is the ability or inability
to right the wrongs.

we as humans possess an ability
a capacity to think, filter and
make choices entirely out of free will.
it is inate, and simple, that everyone
can decide things for themselves,
so what makes a human drive
him/herself to desolation and suicide.

although it might be true that
one cannot live without embracing
suicide or crime. however,
it does not justify the need to
truely carry the act out,
that's what our vessels of
grey matter are for.

alcohol and/or drugs fogs up the mind,
the only reason one will consider
actually carrying out these insane
thoughts. i beseech anyone to never
never ever allow themselves a
chance to die.
any human no matter how discontented
should always remember what they
deeply desire. "i should want to live"

suicide,
if anything, it causes everyone around
who cares to break apart,
as long as a single person in any
closed group departs this godforsaken
world, the whole group will be dealt a
heavy blow, that causes the bonds formed
between them to be severly damaged.

nobody has to say goodbye prematurely
and nobody has the right to.
no matter how deep rooted your regrets are.
we all have to face some shit now or than,
but in the end, lift your head up,
tuck in your stomach and
strut like the warrior we all are.

we should live