Rage mixed with sorrow, swirling inside,
Confined by rules by which I must abide,
Locked in a cage created by me,
I can't reach out for her...

The rage has disappeared, along with the rest,
Leaving inside only the pain, only regret,
Now she is gone, because of me,
I can't reach through to her...

All the love we once shared, all the joy,
All of it is now but a used toy,
Thrown away, far, far from me,
Because I did it to her...

So much pain! What have I caused?
What did I do to my beloved?
I am cursed, truly, fully,
For I have alienated her...

No matter how many times you shall hear this line,
Believe me, you will repeat the same mistake, mine,
Do not doubt the gravity of this so-called cliché...
Don't ever do what I have done.

You never, ever, truly appreciate something until it is
gone,
You only discover what you would have done
For it, but only after there is no more you can do.
Be happy with what you have. You have no clue...