What Happens

I wish so much, that you didn't have to see me right now.
I wish so much, that no one had so see me when I feel like this.

I wish I could just go away, where I wouldn't be able to hurt anyone anymore.

What a horrible natural talent,
I don't want to do this to you,
Maybe it would be better if I just left.

Maybe then, you could find a way to be happy with out having someone
Tear you to shreds slowly,
How horrible you must think I am.

How did this happen?
How did I get to be this big of a mess?
How did I manage to make such a big mess of us.

What can you possibly still see in me, after I've done this.