I cant be happy the same way that all the people around me are

I physically cannot keep at bay the dark thoughts that my mind sparks

I've lost all sense of beauty in my life I find it hard to stay strong

And with my spirit always faultering I dont think that i will ever belong

Something always seems to burden me, a pinch of solitude or more

It feels like everyone just wants me gone, it feels like i'm destined to be forlorn

And it's true I hate the skin i've grown into and I feel weak for needing help

I'm sick of wishing that I wasn't myself, I'm sick of wishing I was somebody else