Mistakes

I thought it was funny

But the mistake

Cost me so much

Why did I do that?

I’ve thrown everything

Away, gone forever

How can I earn

It all back?

I can’t, it will take too

Much to sustain

And I will fail 

Like I always do

More problems sprout 

Up from the diseased, 

Black soils, in the damp 

Corners of my mind

And once I address them

Like I thought I was

Supposed to do

It all gets worse

So now I don’t care

My problems never cease

To exist, as they corrupt my

Life, filled with mistakes

Fragments of my

Childhood seem to

Hit the ground

Shattering to splinters

Sprayed with remorse

Then drenched in the fear

What I have becomes

Less, and less

But does the past

Matter? I’ve screwed

The present up

And now I’m a mistake