Am I?

I am sitting alone in our house wondering what my life would be, and I cant even get a word from myself to tell me what to be. i was brought in this world knowing only one thing, hatred. through those years of my past life I've suffered allot of tragedies and painful judgment by others, and still I am here not knowing what to do, I've rest my mind somewhere to keep it from harm, what am i in this world? a piece of scrap with no will to be whole nor a chance of being made; i wish a storm to come and throw me over the sea, be swallowed by the never ending abyss and never see a light nor a reason of change... i don't need to be rescued, I am a scrap and I will ever be alone, not heard of, and disgraced by a tragedy destined to be alone