Drifting

I bite my nails
i pick at my face
do not look at me
i am such a disgrace

my arm is scarred
where, with a pin, i scratched
but the holes in my life
still have not been patched

i am losing my friends
they are falling away
they were angry at me
just the other day

but i do not fix the problems
i do not even try
i just run from the conflicts
and try my hardest not to cry

i know it is bad,
the way i make people feel,
so i pretend it is not happening
and none of it is real

i completely take for granted
all the times they forgive
so maybe someday i will leave
and easier lives they can live

*wow... the beginning and ending are really random, sorry. i also couldn't think of a title. i just suck at writing. comment/vote if you can. thanks*