My own stranger

What do I have left in my life,
Nothing to call my own,
Every time I look back to my past,
I trip and fall before I make it home...
I've waited on my dreams to come,
I've hated all I've ever did and done,
I've wasted more time dwelling on my past,
I've said things that I now wish I could take back...
My whole world is like a stormy sky,
That rains down,down upon My grave,
The more it rains,the more pains I feel,
For everything that i have ever done,I'm to blame.
I'm a stranger to my existence,I don't know myself,
Everything's so fucked up and twisted beyond hope,
That the world just throws it's faults upon my life,
To the point where the pains to much to cope...
Why should I continue on this ill fated journey,
When all is flawed and has crumbled down,
Foundations of my world break apart,
No matter what happened,I can't change it now...