I'm always so alone. Even when surrounded. By people that I know I'm always so astounded.  By my ability to ruin everything Losing friends and starting fires Everyone thinks i'm a liar I always stay at home Cause i'm not good in public I sit here on my phone I'm always disappointed I watch them live their lives I wish that I were happy Victim of my generation Time machines can not erase it Who am I supposed to be? When will I be complete? When will they be proud of me? It's getting harder to see Slit my wrists, ****** fists Questioning why I exist Pain persists, evil gifts ******* up my life to **** I'm worthless, slit my wrists until I bleed out I try to stay strong No matter what I do, I'm always in the wrong It never gets easier, But maybe…