The End

As I close my eyes, I try to let the past go.
Every fucking time, more shit starts to show.
It reminds me of more things, I don’t want to know.
 
When you try to figure out, what parts are true.
Just give up, because the shit will disappoint you.
You keep on trying, and get hurt as you do.
 
The thoughts in my head, as I see my mistakes.
I feel all the pain, as I cause all the aches.
All I can see, is that I'm a fucking disgrace.
 
I look at the ones whose lives I cause pain.
I feel that I'm the mistake, the one who is to blame.
I shouldn’t live my life, with this much fucking shame.
 
My perspective of life, has changed since then.
Can this shit be fixed, or at least make it end?
With my luck shit will happen, again and again.
 
This is the place, that many call hell.
I live it each day, some can’t even tell.
I show no emotions, on how fucking far I fell.
 
Just say fuck it all, because you are the one.
You know the cause, it’s from everything you’ve done.
Just put shit to an end, to help everyone.