My Own Little Demons

countless nights I lie awake
wondering what went wrong
what has happened to my life
where has it gone?

I feel twice as old as I am
that's what stress does I guess

When I lay  on my bed in the pitch dark all I can think about is the last two decades I have wasted away on many countless things and people that now are irrelevant to me

time has passed and I will never be able to get it back
but there is no shame in the past

What can I do to make up for what I have lost?

Do I have to start out anew?