A Chance

I would bleed

If I were alive

If this pain

Was real

Yet bleeding may not be 

The release I need

So full

This body is full of regret

Regret for not living

The life my heart would suggest

SO, I stand

In this shell, dead to my world

It was me to blame

all this time

My weakness allowed them 

to point me the way

The way I should be

When all along

I needed to go nowhere

The answers were whispers inside

My meek voice 

feared gaining volume 

For if heard

it may be hushed

Now it is time to listen

and hope

That it has not been

eternally deafened by regret