Fucked;

This is the realization that hits you again and again like a pile of bricks. You know the one, that sets your mind a whirl. Circling, grasping for the solution which cannot be found nor conjured. It's the realization of permanence (as it seems) of decisions regretted or neglected. Like a hundred foot wave of the ocean crashing down once more to remind you of that regret. Your sorrow, your anguish, your humility. So, it is the void that remains as it hollows all out.

Fucked; For as I am.