Tortured Souls

All I have left,
Is my tortured soul,
The soul that is scarred and ugly.
How things used to be,
Has faded away,
How things are,
Are burning bright,
And how things are to be,
Is a jumbled blur.

All I have left,
Is my tortured soul,
The soul that is scarred and ugly.
I want the past back,
The present I'm in is ugly,
And the future u have is confusing.

All I have left,
Is my tortured soul,
The soul that is scarred and ugly.
What should I do?