The truth of fine

So I hate this life.
I hate this town.
Life is nothing but strife.
I've got nothing to live for.
Nothing to strive for.
Love is like war.
Easy to start and hard to forget.
I'm left with nothing but regret.
Pain, that's what they call it.
I'm going insane.
That's all.
I'm living my life out as a lie.
It seems, for everything I have an alibi.
Why bother to reminisce the good old days.
These memories are led astray.
This life of mine can't be healed.
My secrets have been revealed long ago.
My very soul is scarred.
It's so hard.
I just want to kill me.
My life was never meant to be.
I watched as my dreams went up in smoke.
My heart is broke.
My misery shall end.
Nevermore.
How am I to know what's in store.
I feel the pain that is inside.
This life is a blow to my pride.
I can't abide this life.
It's nothing but strife.
If only I'd loved, never lied
If only I'd tried, swallowed my pride.
If you ask me I'm fine.
But the truth behind fine is
Flipped out
Insecure
Neurotic
Emotional