Damned Regret

I felt compelled to write this as a vent for all i've done while I was homeless.

I've done things i'm ashamed of
Things I can never make quite right
A Foreign thing like timeless love
Is hidden from my sight

I've hurt people i've cared for
For fear of being the one hurt first
Here's to going from rich to poor
While not quite going from bad to worse

Cracked sidewalks have felt my weight
The pressure of my soul and shoes
I've wandered in through rusted gates
Just to match personal abuse

There's no track marks on my forearms
Nor cocaine between my teeth
When I speak of my own harm
It's what i've done myself underneath

Now that those nights are over
I find myself wishing them back
For with this pain I cant be sober
Not with this conscience that's stained black.