my life

years of what?
years of this?
how can I tell you
what I plan
in my head….
that I write apologies
in my dreams
for pain
not yet caused
I sleep away hours
too painful
to live through
because all the roads
end
in head on collisions.
it is
my life
…..life….
mine.
my angels keep me here…
for how long I don’t know.
years of this?
who is selfish then….
tell me that.