Another tricky day

It is time for another ending instead of starting fresh, which has happened too much, another time for regret at everything we have made a mess of, fucked up, cried over and forgotten because of all the mounting pain it calls up inside ourselves; the halfwits want to think positive, bright-sidedly, raising from the ashes the future and possibility. Today is not that day. Today is the day when everything is slowly coming to a dark end, and I am left alone. With no one but me to blame.