Tragic

I’m broken, beaten, and crushed. My life is falling apart. I am miserable. Not even the slightest gift can make me happier. People try and help, but talking about it doesn’t make anything better. I don’t need help I don’t even know what I need, I only want. I want only the things I feel will make me feel better. Not just the person I love. He knows, but doesn’t feel what I’m going through. He can make me happy with some simple words, but cannot heal my torn insides. I am being eaten from the inside out, and nothing can stop it. There is no more love, but in dreams. Doubt is my best choice. Not to hope someone likes me and get crushed by their denial. Emptiness is all I am, nothing more. I have nothing else no one to love, no one to love me back. This year it all came crashing down on me. I have done nothing wrong to deserve this pain, nothing wrong to know how much of a failure I am. I tell people to never give up, and only a few that they are amazing. I really mean it, just not for myself. Everyone says I have potential, no I don’t. People say I can change, no I can’t. Only friends say I can be happy, but no. If I could be happy don’t you think I would have already started to be happy? Something so simple can be almost impossible to get. I can’t wish for happiness, because a wish never comes true. As a child we learn that our lives are like or can be fairy tales. Parents want us to be happy, well mine don’t even care anymore.