Failed Dreams

I've lived a life of failed dreams,
a promise made some joy it seems.

A breath I take wondering why it is so,
a life I wish would just let go.

Confusion and chaos is I all attract,
a path of failure is what I exact.

I think for a moment "this will all be in the past,"
it isn't though and I am going down fast.

Hurt by love and further many,
I would be rich if for each was a penny.

Some say I have value and much to offer,
to these things said I become a scoffer.

plans and dreams and promises to make,
a feeling of failure once again I can't take.

It is hard to take that next breath in,
I wouldn't of course if it weren't a sin.

Tortured by a belief I can't explain,
my humanness is killing me it takes space in my brain.

I close my eyes wish it would all go away,
I wake in the morning to my dismay.

Promise sent in a little box,
jailed by sadness the key to the locks.

When will it end, is this my choice,
do I say when, do I use my voice?