The Past

The past is always with me. Like a shadow that follows me, haunts me like a ghost. The
mistakes I have made cannot be undone and cannot be forgotten.
I cannot even forgive myself I do not even know about others. Living for myself is not something I was ever good at.
Sometimes ending it all seems to be the best idea, I see no point in living for myself. I hate
myself no matter what I do.
I try but my life seems to fall apart eventually, like a house of cards blown away by even the slightest breeze.
Drowning in my own sins and memories I drop into the ocean of society, awkwardly trying to fit in.
Am I cursed I wonder, am I doomed to suffer alone for eternity?
If so eternity can come tomorrow.

Waliur Rashid
Waliur Rashid

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