sharp knives

like words? I wonder if I could have been something other than I was everyday I struggle and I just fail it's like nothing I do or say matters everything is just wrong maybe I'm not meant to be here maybe I'm just living in a world that doesn't need me or even want me at this point I don't know whether to be happy or sad I just have so many struggles it's hard to let go of everything I wish I could tell the people I left that I'd be leaving soon but my story ends here but I just can't I can't bring myself to give them the pain of what I've gone through.