I cannot express myself
All I do is failure
And even my greatest successes
Conspire to make things worse
No matter where I move
I lose my friends and my family
And hurt them and myself.
I wonder if I've been lied
To about reality
That kindness and caring and helping
Are not values truly looked up to
I am not quick enough
To originally help anyone, I
Have no original thoughts
Even if I tried to kill myself
I would only live
And somehow drive all
Those I love away from me

No one sees my tears
All the skills I have
Seem to further the pain
And the tiny agonies of simply living
Serve to eclipse
Any success I may have
Once had

That darkness pervades me
And I realize that all those
I thought more failure than I
Have simply a more obvious flaw
Than my absolute failure
It is an unending thing
For my successes lead into them
and unrelenting pain
Darkness
And despair lead out of them
But it is no one thing
And no one offense is enough
To drive one mad.
But as all my hard work fails
I am slain by my own misfortune
To be a being in a state of constant failure
without respite