Part 2

I cried, cried every second, every minute. I knocked, re -knocked, re-re knocked at the doors of my own fate, destiny. I screamed with agony of the excruciating pain. with every breadth, there is a regret, a repentance, a pain, a question to my own inner self what am I doing with myself?
 What have I done to myself?
How and when did I slip off the cliff?






P.S. I realized Bygones are never bygones. You have to live with your past.