I am

I am a thing of the past
I am forgotten and broken
I am lost and trying to find peace and love
I am frustrated and depressed
I am angry and scared
I am soliciting help from those that can help I
I am feeling that i cant go on anymore
I am withering like an old rose that grew in the ruins of hell
I am wondering asking myself, what am I
Maybe i am not meant to be
Maybe i was and am what was not meant to be
Maybe i do not exist
Maybe i should let life take its course on this not so scenic route
Maybe its the route that leads to the old rose in the ruins of hell
Maybe its the route that leads to the beginning
Maybe its the beginning which spells the end of I
Maybe I am