To the one whom I carelessly cut


Worries, depresses me.

Guilt, worries me.

Truth, rocks my sanity.



To some extent, I have failed.

I've failed because the concept of hypocrisy that I abhor so much,

Has become a make-up that I put on each day.



I have decided to stop apologizing,

Because, the spoken regrets are no longer sincere...

First was guilt and then came regret.

I have never felt this much.
I have been over-confident.

Nothing was said.
Nothing was done.

The music, less melodious.
The rhythm fades.


Perhaps, its time for me to be less zealous.


Perhaps, I should just move on.