Mistakes

When one has lived his life making mistakes over and over againhow can one not help feel this way.

Numb.

Food is tasteless.
Jokes seem stale.
Nothing really interest me.

Sitting here wallowing in self-pity.
Hoping against hope some one would come and take me away.

Than again.

Do I want that to happen. Would we have prefer the sweet ignorance of a life cast around wrong choices or take the glorious step over to the light.