Excuse Me!

Excuse me! I have a few things to say,
And several questions to ask.
Excuse me! Im drowning in my past and regrets,
Loosing air and time, Before I take my last breath.

When did my life go wrong?
What turn in the road did I ruin myself?
Why has everything Ive known so well, disappeared?

Excuse me! Im asking all these questions,
And receiving no answers.
Excuse me! How much longer must I wait,
For someone, anyone!, to help me survive.

I see things others dont,
Sometimes, the most beautiful of hopes,
Usually, the most dangerous of dreams.

Excuse me! "Broken and shattered" I once was,
But now only "Lost and dead" I seem now.
Excuse me! Since when could I not look,
Straight into my own eyes?

Excuse me, let me say this simply:
Im dying in self-hate,
Maybe its something worse,
But can you tell the difference?