Bothered anger

Locked inside an iron cell,
Failures wrapped around my wrists,
Wishing to never see light again,
Or hope to never exist.

If only I could turn back time
To where my life was perfect
When I was happy and nothing could go wrong
When all of the pieces fit,

Now, my life is ruined.
What is there to do?
People just aren't them anymore
No one ever thinks it through.

The loss of my best friend
Was already tough enough
But now it's gravely making me die
The pain and agony's too rough.

I could only think of one release
To take me away from this place
One little sharp object that could set me free,
From all the jealousy and hate.

Why must the world be like this?
Or maybe it's just me
That I'm the only one noticing
How fake people can be.