Shadows

Sitting in the depths of the dark shadows
Inside these fermilliar 4 walls again
Alone depressed
I feel as though one guest of wind
And I will be blown away
Dissolve and become a part of the forgotten past
Its like im a ghost and everyone can see straight through me
Like I have no matter no meaning
Will this ever change?
Will someone ever love me for me and not leave me for the next best thing
Failure in my life is inevitable
It’s a given an expectation
How can anyone love someone as screwed up as me?
Who could ever love a bulimic cutter?
Then again who cares?
Apparently no one
Im all alone and these shadows
Are starting to consume me