Are you one of them?

Thrown out from my place
And have never been the same
I am going to kill myself
Maybe yes, maybe not
All alone and deserted
Far behind and being rejected
Never been happy since then
Sadness and bad memories
Is all what I remember
You came to knock my door
And that door was full of
Blood, thorns and all harmful things
But you had opened it
What a magic, and you found me
But thereâ??s still a little regret left
And a question to be ask that
Are you one of them????