So much we take,
Bent far enough to break.

Give our bests,
Yet its fake.

Receiving what we.
vowed not to give

The body hurts,
shatters like glass.

Time slows down.
doesn't seem to pass.

What have I done?

Did I deserve,
another shot from the Gun?

An optical playback,
through time in the mind.

As we rewind, old doors seem open,
previously locked by good byes.

Was it better,
when there was another.

Should we let the other,
choose our fate?

Contemplating regrets,
while hell they create.