Everytime I try, I fail.
Everytime I socialize, it's awkward.
Everytime I cry, I'm laughed at.
Everytime I contemplate suicide, it is ignored.
Everytime I pierce my skin, only blood flows. No feelings or teardrops.
Everytime I breathe, a monster marches through my ribcage.
Everytime I look for love, it avoids me like I'm the plague.
Everytime I smile, it's beneath an artificial layer masking sorrow.
Everytime I say "It's ok", it really isn't.
Everytime, shmeverytime.
I'm Done.
Beam me down...you unjust, murderous God.
I bet not even Lucifer has a place for an Everytimer like me.