Back to Past.

In my dreams
asleep or awake,
aware or unconscious,
inside or outside,
There is a voice that tells me
I messed up, that is all my fault, and that
I figured out everything too late
So I can not change that part, and it brings me back to the past.

I remain in agony, in total madness inside
Wishing more than anything and everything
That I may return and thus,
Live without these stupid mistakes,
Becoming a stupid girl,
Which many ignore and others have pity.

Detestable, no turning back, immersed in sorrow until it all ends.
On the surface forever.

This trance and inattention
In this blame and shame,
In a world created by myself, in a world that I just do damages,
There is only a life wasted, remorseful,
From a girl that all that she wanted was love, and
Won in return,
- without being able to choose -
Dreams that will never be able to come true.