Is it my turn to die?

I've broken so many hearts, fvcked with them because I knew I could.
And now that one person that I screwed over is stuck within my memory, like a thorn stuck in a lion's paw.
To this day their words haunt me, just as my actions haunt them.
I keep running away from the memories only to have them catch up with me again.
It's like a never-ending game of cat and mouse.
I feel like the reason why I'm being buried alive is because I chose to run and hide.
I'm a coward because I hide.
I'm a fake because I but up a front.
I'm a loser because I've done nothing good with my life.
So help me now, and take the knife....
Take it away before I end my life!