regret

Many nights I sit in my room crying, wishing I could have you back in my arms to make things right.
My only regret lies in all the nights.
Now forgoteen by all who surround me.
In the end it's time for me to leave and never come back.
Yet every inch of light flows deep inside me now turns darker and I become more depressed.
Because I'm so depressed, the crimson blood now soaks me shirt and I am now dead, regretting the fact that I still care for you.
Silence becomes broken while the night is torn,
But I still linger alone.