Regretful

The tears burn my face as they fall down until they hit the floor. My eyes are red right now for the mistake that I did. Not to her but to someone else, someone else that is really close to me and helps me in those times that I'm in need. I've made a mistake, no doubt, and it was for her my bad. I won't trade my life, I won't change my fate, I'll just live with the pain I got, accepting all that comes my away, whenever, whatever, by whomever. I'm falling in a pit of despair for I've done the same mistake that the idiot is allways doing. Like it or not, I'm like him, no matter how much I try to change it or deny it. No matter right now that. But I won't close my eyes and let it pass or just give up. I'll keep on fighting because I'm like that, a spirit of a warrior in a teen demon body.
Regret, on of the things that I though I didn't have in me, is now the main feeling in my head right now. That's why I cried, that's why I'm writing and that's way I've allways wrote. Regretful I am for what I've done but I can't change it now just fight to don't repeat the same mistake next time.