What Have I Done Again?

Going to sleep Thinking you ruined something Matches with no feeling in the world. Torturing yourself with words of Disappointment As if you couldn't just Think of the good things in your life Like the fact that you breathe And you're loved ones are alive And even with the chaos going on now You're still alive. Still, that guilt Hunts you like the fear of dragons; The fear of something that doesn't exist Because it's the end of the day And you have nothing To dream of But sadness.