The good I strived for ended in naught
Except for the pain and evil I’d wrought.
Betrayal and sadness became my allies,
All of my comforts made from lies.
I harvested that which I did not sow,
All my past friends no longer I know.
I didn’t heed the warning told,
While I was young, when I became old.
I brought destruction, I brought death,
I brought sadness with every breath,
I chased away my every gift
Searching for something my spirit to lift.
I leave all distraught.
Happiness is not.