When you end up harming
All those you loved,
And somehow leaving
Everything you once had.
Because selfishness is a disease.
Spreading through your whole being,
Eating away at your skin
Leaving you with a core, void and lonely.
And you look back
Only to see their faces fading
And you try hard to draw in every last piece of that picture
To keep as memory and to weep it all out
when the time comes.
But you can’t.
Your selfishness has taken away even the memory of a beautiful life you once had.
You deserve it.