myself

How many times will my mistakes
steal my loves away from myself?

And leave me standing all alone,
with empty pockets,
and nothing to show,

but my heart still filled
with love for her,

and the memories of times shared,
and my dreams of our future,
now vanquished and put asunder. 

Where in does the justice lie?

Death,
please,
take me from this place
of such great sorrow and pain,
and this cold cruel world,
filled with the callous hearts,
that could hurt another in this way.