Regrets

Sometimes, Actually

Every day I regret

That I am still

Alive

Surviving has no meaning

In itself

No, only when you believe

In a meaning

But life is mostly suffering

For me

Maybe not for you

Life is an exercise in power

Control and most of all

Being without power

I lost control,

I lost power,

I carry the enemy within

Everywhere I go

Resistance is useless

But necessary

Even though it will

Cost me my own

Life, eventually

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