Pretend never hurts, as I fall, hold me. It means nothing.
Maybe so elegant, wish-fulfilment, parade of idiocy mistreated me,
like fools worshipping mistakes when in paradise
remembering all night to go back. Insight,
slipping and fluid calls help for unknown mystical remedy
only you can save me now
but I will never ask to be saved.
Never did, never could, and now I
never will.

Effie Yalena Steyn

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/5am-regretful/