Regret

Now, my steps have been stopped and I got nothing to do or rely on
It's far too late to say "Don't leave!"...
The seagull has departed and flew to the seventh sky, leaving me earthbound in the cemetery of fallen hopesI
I am now high and dry, still waiting for some miracles to embark upon me
Call me stupid because I deserve to be called like that
This stupidity has flowed in my blood through my vein for a long time, pumped by my lousy heart
the heart that appears to be very wounded and still has its guts to beat...

Can I struggle to live?
This regret is choking me
I suffocate for air of new hope...