Who Am I?

I'm living a lie
No-one knows wot is inside

Of all these things that i have done
Nothing is more frightening then what I have become

Out all night, playing the game
I sometimes get so lost i cant remember my own name.

I live all alone in such a desolate state
Wallowing in my own self hate.

To cut is to feel alive
Even just breathing makes me want to die!