Us Aganist Ourselves

Time passes slowly... however cruelly, it drags on painfully and is the worst punishment for my sins. Wounds don't heal, they scab over painfully and something so small can rip them back open. What has happened to me in my past has effected me truly and totally however it's not the worst thing I've done. It seemed as time went on I slowly started to descend into madness. How was I supposed to know that my shard of happiness would have to be taken from me over and over and over again. Was I not allowed to be happy? I try to be better for the people in my life but seems every time I try something else happens. One day all of my choices are going to come back to bite me in the ass and I hope the ones I love will remain safe.