push the point

Can't get anything right.
Everything I do is worthless,
Everything I do crumbles to the ground.
I'm not worth anything no one seems to be able to get that in to their heads.
No one needs to be brought down by me.
So I'm going to lock myself in my world again.
I don't look in the mirror and see someone I want to look at.
I can't even stick to a diet for fuck sake.
Can't get the marks I want in college.
Can't keep the people around me happy.
Can't write.
Can't play.
Can't think.
There is nothing left for me.
I want to fall away, in to what you would consider a coma really.
Trap me between reality and fiction.
I'll be at home there.
Given up life to stand by and idly watch other people pass me by.
Everyone else is passing me by.
Everyone else is going places expect me.
Friends left, moved one and got lives
and here I am stuck in my room,
Stuck at college,
stuck in my head trying to figure out where the hell to start.