sometimes I sit
think about my life
then I break down
and cry
there are things I have done
that I know regret
memories that are painful
that haunt me
there have been times
when I have thought
of a release from my pain
a small step, a small slit
but I think
of all the good I have done
the sum is not enough
I still weep
Sometimes I cry
I feel no shame to admit
but I can only try
to do what is right
even if I fail
