Failure

I failed.
No matter how hard I tried, it failed. I could have done more, I should have done more. It wasn't enough. I failed.
I could have been more, a better friend, a true confidant. I could have listened better, been a better friend. I could have paid more attention. I failed.
Life goes on, but not for me. Trapped in the sea of disbelief. When it mattered the most, I could not produce, I failed.
I wish I could do it all over again. The choices made different, the words left unsaid. I failed.
The one thing I swore to do, I failed. The only thing that mattered, I failed.
My word was not good, there is no happy ending. I failed.

Failure was not an option, it was life and death. The result was death, and I failed you.

Could I have done more to keep the barrel from your head?
Could I have done more to keep you from being dead?
I failed.

Life isn't always roses, and what we want can be unattainable as the moon. But we don't always get that second chance. And we have to make the most of it. Failure is as part of life as success or death. It is all intertwined, intermingled. No one could have stopped that bullet. And life goes on.

Without failure there would never be successful. Life goes on, and I have to live with my failures.