DAWN OF REALITY

Anger boils down my throat as thoughts of my suicide actions probe my mind. Did i really need such a step? will i be able to bare the burden of my actionz. Regrate ends up being the order on my plate... my appetite z wanting. I cant handle this!!!
Guilt has enslaved me and words have become to heavy... Speaking has become an expensive affair, yet my pockets of speech have developed holes.
The moment i enjoyed my action; end result seemed like an egg from a rooster "jogoo". My emotions have become a playing field due to my ignorance... Such are the standards that i wasn't careful about. Each assumption made in the past was a proper foundation for the suicide action.
How could i stoop so low? will this questions ever come to a halt? I never learn t hence my current and future regrate. Oh! What a scar!!!
#Dawn of reality
#El lobo Solitario
#16th April 2016
#inspired by my lost hair "cut due to pressure"