Lonely

People make fun of me for no reason,
Sometimes it's for the way I dress,
And the stuff I believe in,
I guess it's my fault my life's a mess

The scars carved into my wrist,
Just help ease the pain,
The razor blade is just something I can't resist,
Because I do this people call me insane

In school I don't fit in,
My loved one left me,
Nobody knows what it's like to be in this skin,
So now I just sit alone by the tree

Just cause I have the fringe infront of my eyes,
And the hightop converses on,
People say stuff about me, but it's mostly lies,
So I just walk alone

Where am I heading?
I don't have a clue,
All the confusion is misleading,
This life is hard, but it's going to have to do.