it fucking sucks

when you realize

that you screwed up

and you can't fix

that which you so carelessly

broke

when i was little,

whenever i erred,

i'd have anxiey attacks;

i would beg,

please, god,

give me a "do-over"

i'm older now;

i'm still erring;

i still have the anxiety attacks 

(only worse now);

and i'm still desperate for do-overs,

even though i know there's no such thing