As I lay there motionless
sinking into my bed,
I think of all the things
I wish I would have said.

The belated 'I'm sorrys'
and the forgoten 'hellos',
dance through my mind
and send a shiver to my toes.

The thought of being happy
with the words I'll never hear,
doesn't do much for my insomnia
and just adds onto my fear.

I think of all the times
that I should have walked away.
Instead I did what others would
and decided just to stay.

If this were my last night,
I would cry out to you now,
and say sorry for the times
I let everyone down.

I would try to turn a new leaf
and learn from my mistakes.
And pray for the chance to change
the undeserved heartbreaks.

I would rush outside to scream
until my lungs grew tired,
yelling my advice
to a world that just retired.

My one last bit
of parting advice is this:
No matter what you do
don't let life go amiss.

Julie Neises

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-last-night-2/