World Goodnight

by Jordana Weiner

aka Original

I regret that I never had sex. It seems like it would be a lot of fun, but I could never bring myself to just settle for someone to do it with. I wish that I had had the guts to sleep with the one guy I know that I ever thought was worth it.

I regret that I haven't done more drugs. I feel like it is an experience everyone would try once before judging them, and I was very judgmental of drugs when I was younger.

I wish I had been able to say good bye to my friends to their faces, but I was afraid that they would stop me.

I regret that this is going to hurt the people that I love.

I'm sorry that I'm doing this so close to Mother's Day and Becca's birthday, I hope you guys still enjoy those holidays.

I regret that no guy ever proved me wrong about my inability to fall in love. I don't think I am capable of being that dependent on another human being, and all of the relationships I've been in have never done anything to change my mind on the matter.

I regret that I'm going to miss the conclusion to story lines I've been following for months or years. I know that this is frivolous, but I can't help but wish I knew the ending. I don't like not knowing things.

I regret that I'm not better at writing.

I regret that I lied to Meaghan about the cut on my wrist being a paper cut. Really I was testing the razor I had taken apart to see how well it would work. It takes more pressure than I had thought it would.

Most of all, I regret that I'm missing graduation. Congratulations Sydney, Ashley, Amanda, Stephy, and Mandi. You guys are impressive, and I admire things in all of you, otherwise I would not consider you friends.

I regret that someone has to find me, but I hope that they do tomorrow

I regret that my parents barely know who I am. That I was never willing to let them know me.

She was just seventeen when she told her mama goodbye.

Hopped the back window down the line and in to the street.

Tired of all the lectures on boys and drugs and school,

She tried them all but they never would set her free.

Then i met her one night on a park bench,

Covering up herself with herself.

Bruises all around such beautiful eyes as she said,

"World Goodnight."

Said "World goodnight."

She was just seventeen when she told that boy goodbye.

Left him standing alone down by the backstreet creek.

She turned she saw he had a tear in his eye.

So she knew it was love, so she knew she had to break free.

Then i met her one night on a park bench,

Covering up herself with herself.

Bruises all around such beautiful eyes as she said,

"World Goodnight."

Said, "World goodnight."

Said, "You never done nothing for me but put up a fight"

Said, "World goodnight"

Said, "World goodnight"

Said, "You never done nothing for me but put up a fight"

She was just seventeen when she told this world goodbye.

Switch blade in her hand as her blood fell on the street.

Too scared to love all the things that she found inside,

Too strong to lay down when she finally had met defeat.

But i met her one night on a park bench,

She covered up herself with herself.

Had bruises all around such beautiful eyes

As she said, "World goodnight."

Said, "World goodnight."

Said, "You never done nothing for me but put up a fight."

Said, "World goodnight."

Said, "World goodnight."

Said, "You never done nothing for me but put up a fight."

Said, "World goodnight."

Said, "World goodnight."

Said, "You never done nothing for me but put up a fight."

She was just seventeen when she told this world goodbye.