Pretend never hurts, as I fall, hold me. It means nothing. <br />Maybe so elegant, wish-fulfilment, parade of idiocy mistreated me, <br />like fools worshipping mistakes when in paradise <br />remembering all night to go back. Insight, <br />slipping and fluid calls help for unknown mystical remedy <br />only you can save me now <br />but I will never ask to be saved. <br />Never did, never could, and now I <br />never will.<br /><br />Effie Yalena Steyn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/5am-regretful/