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Subconsciously homicidal-

The ruiner of all...

I can never do anything right,

And now there's hardly anybody to pick my up if I fall.

I hate myself right now.

I'm confused, angry, and hurt.

There's a cluttered dusty mess all around me,

And it seems impossible to sweep up all the dirt.

I've cried so much,

I'm shocked that my tear ducts aren't dry.

I feel so helpless,

And I seem to go nowhere—no matter how hard i try.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way,

And it all seems broken beyond repair.

And it breaks me even more,

That nobody believes I care.

Everyday, there's something new,

I can never say anything right.

And everytime it scales higher and higher,

Until it reaches an unreachable height...