All Alone

Most of the time I feel alone,
I cry alone,
In my room,
Always on my own.
I feel like no one cares,
I feel like everyone hates me,
Like they don't want me around,
I'm ignored,
Whether it's on purpose,
Or accidental.
I don't know what I did,
So why does everyone hate me?

I hate myself,
I wouldn't be surprise if it were in fact true,
That I am hated.
I'm certain that no one likes me.
I'm always 'second best'.
It's like I'm not wanted around.
I wish I could disappear.
I know I won't be missed.
If I died,
The world would be free,
Or the waste of space that's me.
I would be forgotten.
To be honest,
I'm not surprised.
I guess I'll always be all alone.