Empty Road

Sometimes I sit and wonder
about mistakes I've made.
Words which I said,
things I left unsaid.
Ask myself if I will find myself
alone evermore.
This thought seems to gain
credibility as each day passes me by.
How can I live with these thoughts?
How do I manage to drag myself through this life?
The truth be told,
I can't say myself.
I just drag my weary mind
along this empty road of my life.