Waste of Time

I wrote this poem in one of my darker moments, I don't really like it. Free Verse.

If everflow the lines of time,
then what a waste of it, am I.
My life, a dedication to hurt those I love,
from them there will be no forgiveness, nor from above.
Time will move on, erasing my past,
I can not endure, my life was not meant to last.