Fuck it

I fail at life. I make things harder than they need to be. Nothing will ever go my way. When will I be happy? Probably never. I guess it's just not meant to be. Maybe one day she'll see what I see. More than likely, that day will never come. I give up. Is it worth it? I don't even know anymore.

Don't remember why I wrote this but it sounds like some serious shit. haha.

I lie here awake in bed
Wondering why I feel this way
I know I brought this on myself
But why can't I accept it?

Not a day goes by where I don't think about it
Things will just never be the same
I know I'm wrong for doing what I'm doing
Why must I always ruin such a good thing?

Could it be that it really isn't my fault?
I've just grown accustomed to this feeling
This feeling that I am always to blame
It must be something I did
Even if I don't know what it is

I feel alone
I feel empty
No one is there for me
No one is really ever there for me

It's killing me
Every day a piece of me dies
It hurts but no one knows
If only things were the way we wished them to be

Am I really not good enough for anybody?
Smile on the outside
They don't care about how you really feel