Memories that maim

I sit here with my head hung low,
Burdened with regrets, and a lifetime of tragedies in tow;
When I'm this down, no one and no thing can help me up,
I long ago took the last sip of happiness from life's cup.

There are so many memories, when you reach my age,
But the images are of sadness, depression, and unbridled rage;
No medication has cured me, not a billion words from a shrink,
I have been walking the razors edge so long, I have irretrievably fallen over the brink.

With this pistol in my hand; it's my final comfort,
The cold steel is my last dance partner, my soothing consort;
The tyranny of life; it's a bad movie that is always the same,
The reruns of agony are the memories that maim.