≠Clouded the future is

I wake up and listen to the new day. It feels like the nightmare is over. I look at “the nothing” and taste the silence, and I start to remember.

The awkwardness shocks my body, my soul is hurting as a re-live those moments. What did I do wrong? I ask myself. What could’ve I done differently?

Feels like I let a lot of people down; like the whole effort was for nothing. I failed. I tried.

But there’s no room for pity. No pardons.
Now where do I go from here?
I slowly blink and realize that’s how the future feels..
... and there’s nothing I can do to change the outcome.

I guess it doesn’t mean shit if you don’t play hard, no matter how hard you try.

I am sorry.