depressing

I take a deep sigh and then I write these words
Call me depressing but this life hurts
A fool is only what I can claim to be as time,
Time does but claim me.

Swallowed up in what some consider a game,
Play it I guess, reality is nowhere in the name.
The difference is I will make mistakes
And not be able to turn back and recreate

I look at my friends and see them in pain,
Guilty indeed as the scars remain
Forgive me, please, I beg you now.
Then I turn to myself and wonder how.