the pain is real

flourishing in my failures, scraping along on my knees. a regrettable burning sensation when I think of what I've achieved. i just want to hang my head. hide myself in the lowest depths this earth has to offer. or even possibly the furthest reaches in space. go where no one can see me, or know about what I have or have not done. make me forget, help me to erase these memories. wipe my slate clean because the pain is too real. i just want this to end. locked and alone I have no family nor friend. so tired, so weak and pathetic. in my surroundings i'm out of luck. things are not going to change, so i'll just give up.