My Past

It's difficult for me to remember my past. From my very first memory to my last. I have put my friends, family and myself through so much. No longer am I able to feel God's touch. The scars are here forever. I obviously wasn't very clever. Overdosing, suicide and cutting. The doors that were open to me are now shutting. I have almost ended my life a lot. But before I could I got caught. No longer will I try. I just wish to die. I say that all the time. Everyone complains saying these are crimes. I have been through quite a bit, as the cigarette is being lit. When will my pain go away? Not until my body is in the coffin where it shall lay.