Why do I have to be like this?

Why can't I be enough for everyone?

Why can't I trust easily?

Why am I always the target?

Why can't I just be someone else? Someone who perhaps is more of a necessity in the society?

Why am I a coward?

Nobody needs me
And this is the fastest route
A blade in my skin
And my cold body on the floor

It is perhaps easier
Than living this life
I did not have any choice or want to live anyways