Future?

Future

I don’t want a future all lonely and drear,
But every time I allow any one to get near
It just ends in pain for both them and me
And I hate hurting others, so alone I must be.

Alone to endure, for the rest of my days
The knowledge that others have been hurt by my ways
Inexcusable, unforgivable, to hurt those who try
To help and to care about things in my life.

Powerless am I to avoid this result
So to be alone is now my default
And still I hurt others, just by being alive
To protect them, and guard them to that end I strive.

Falling miserably, time after time,
Awash with regrets, condemned for my crime
Crippled by believing that I cannot succeed,
My doubts my faith easily supersede.

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