It's Your Own Weapon That'll Get You In The End!

I don't know who I am anymore.
I'm lost and looking for change.
It feels like everyone is shooting me down.
I'm the primary target at a firing range.

My hands tremble and shake.
As I realize who I've become.
I've cut myself off from everyone,
In another attempt to be numb.

To be unfeeling to the pain,
That I go through day after day...
I'm frozen in place, watching my life ignite.
Merrily blazing away.

Every relationship—now broken.
Every happy moment—destroyed.
Yet I can't manage to feel anything but disgust, for myself.
'Cause all I am is an empty void.

All I touch simply fades away...
To anger and despair.
Sometimes I think, it would be so much easier.
If I could give up how much I care.

For every person I meet and grow to like.
I end up wasting their time
Breaking them slowly, killing them softly.
And I don't explain my actions, I just mime.

I'm a waste of space, consuming oxygen.
Doing nothing with myself, or my life...
Slowly falling apart, breaking down,
Waiting for the day I'm stabbed with my own knife.