The social reject

The social reject
With nothing left.
Choices I made
And problems inflicted upon me.
I hoped for success,
But chances wither away,
Leaving no trace of their existence
Like an anonymous death.

The social reject
With no hopes for tomorrow.
With no tomorrow.
What is the point?
Circumstances out of my control
Drive my emotions lower each day,
To the point I can no longer cope.
So what is the point?

The social reject
With a death wish at twenty,
Never regained the will to live.
There’s no hope left,
All I once had withered away,
No trace of positive existence.
Another anonymous death -
Mine.