Broken Pasts

[thelastpoet]

Thoughts returning from the life I once lived,
Promises to myself being broken.
Returning to the way I once felt.
This is not good, This is not good.

The pain and the suffering seem to overpower the happiness
Death is approaching so much sooner now,
It's selfish I know, but do I care?
This is not good, this is not good.

As I think of carrying out this selfish act of shame,
There's only two people I can blame,
Going to erase myself from existence?
This is not good, this is not good.