The reality of what I’d done hit me late,
Now, every night, I struggle to sleep.
Every night, I have a different dream but it is always the same.
I haven’t slept a full night since the night I stabbed myself in my own back.
I’ve dug my hole,
Now I frantically try to claw my way out.
I want to forget my mistake and move on.
But I’m stuck.
I’m stuck in the past, on the day of my death.