A child's guide to being alone

When the hell did i become completely desperate?
I don't want to accept the fact that i'm destined to be alone, but i am, so what the hell am i fighting for?
I hate the bullshit, the fact that maybe under all of the personality and character flaws i might actually be pretty.
Someone anyone would want to hold on too, and not be afraid to touch.
I want to put my fist through a window, to carve lines into my face and make me a monster just so i can have a reason for being alone.
Maybe i just need to get the hell out of this town.
But will anyone ever understand the scars, the darkness?

Or is there really only one person for everyone, and i just lost mine to someone prettier?

Fuck it. he was never with me, i'm full of shit, we knew this all along.
She tried to warn me, and i couldn't see it for what it was. So thats it, i blame me, and i'm just going to let the world pass me by.
I'm going back in my shell, forgetting all i ever though i knew, and being the girl i was months ago.
Sickly sweet and pointlessly pure.

I would throw it all away, but no one wants it.