I lay in bed at night thinking of all the words I didn’t say. All the should of and could of’s all followed by didn’t. All these words swimming in my head. The thoughts that never end. Regret fills the voids of this life unlived. A never ending circle of constant reminders that I am nothing
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I have a list of would of’s, should of’s, and could of’s. Sometimes I feel that list is what has doomed me… and in a dark time I actually traced back to the earliest moment where had I done one thing, everything after it would have been quite different.
Would of, could of, should of… indeed.