A particular instance of selfloathing

Here`s the story of a boy
Who always lives in gloom
Take his picture, post it up
On a wall in his room
Let him reflect on everything neglected
In his life, why so sad?
3 times now, he`s tried to take his life
Then he realized "it`s not so bad"

Help me before I do something drastic
Who knew I was so full of pessimistic wit?
It`s a habit

And I say to myself "Nobody loves this boy"
Tell everyone "Never love this boy"

There I went again telling a story
Of someone else when it`s really me
Sorry if you don`t understand
Or even try to comprehend
For years now it`s been redundant
So for now leave me alone

Tears roll down my pale cheek
As I feel a shadow hung over me
It`s you my friend here with me
To comfort and console me

Give me the snow to help me cope
With whatever I think is wrong with me
What`s wrong with me?
So raise your glass and listen to me tell
All of you my farewell
I`ll see you all soon
I`m sorry it ended like this