wasted time

help me, for the time i have wasted hands me problem after problem
time after time I waste my life away knowing all my emotions hang upon me like a weight wrapped around my neck.
hour after hour I spend my days watching as kids walk by my home throwing rocks at my windows.
as the windows break rain seeps through the broken-down house.
this broken-down house has many memories.
memories nobody wants to remind themselves of
but we still carry on with our day rotting away knowing the secrets the house leaves behind.
knowing what we know we can't tell their secrets to the newcomers; they will have to figure it out for themselves.