Time Again

Heavy shackles that refuse to unlock themselves even with the passing of time, just pulls harder every time I try to move forward and forget about the guilt dragging me back to reality. The opportunity to redemption is like a shard of glass so sharp that every time I try to hold it in my hands, it just cuts me even deeper. And time and time again, the thought of a second chance just feels so good.

Disjunct. Disoriented. Dismayed.

I never disliked a day that much in my life.
A worse feeling than sadness is something called guilt, because it never ever goes away.

Argh.