Bear the past, an award is waiting

The deepest regrets aren't the ones shared between friends
They're hidden, shameful thoughts in the middle of the night
Fear and nervosity hugging the heart so tightly they might crush it
As lonely tears fall into the warm pillow
Memories are windows happily opened or barricaded
They can't be freely erased or forgot
Even our sobs won't convince them
Sometimes our pain is just too much
And we cringe, eyes closed tight
We can't bear parts of our past, we can't bear parts of our present
Not even happiness can't change these thoughts
It only helps us to process them faster
It'd be so easy to fall into a deep slumber
No doubts, no fears to be silent about
But those regrets can't influence our lives if we decide so
They cannot.
Regrets are forged from the past, glimpses of forgotten wishes and mockery
We are better than them
I am better than this

Nails won't destroy the wall they scratch
For only their own fingers will bleed