Everyday, you regret something new.
Some days, you wish they didn't happen or exist.
You talk to yourself everyday until you forget,
you hurt yourself more to relieve the pain.

Everyday is a new day you live in,
which only makes you grow older.
Everyday just keeps arriving,
until that day you're gone.

The day you're gone,
is just another day to everyone else.
And to some people,
days are just a number of how long you survived.

Climbing a mountain is struggling,
and so is hiding your feelings to protect the sake of your loved ones.

Holding your tears and keeping up a smile is struggling.

Regrets although are what comes after them.
You struggle to stay friends with a plastic person,
but end up having them break you even more.
That is a regret.

This very day is just a day.
This day may seem very special to some people,
but in reality, it's just an event they created to cover up the dullness.

Not one person has no regrets.

Unless they're aliens or part of the Illuminati.