How ever many times I try,
I still manage to fail,
I pick myself up,
And I still fall,
I spend my money on nice things,
They get taken,
I lend my heart out,
It gets broken in return,
I try to be a good friend,
I end up on my own.
How ever many times I try,
I still manage to screw things up,
I'll put my mind to it,
Only to lose it half way through,
I do the work to get the praise,
Others get it instead,
I'm kind and caring,
Just so others can walk all over me,
I sit at home crying so others don't see,
Only to be called cry baby anyway.
Is this what life's about?
If it is I don't want to be here anymore,
Cant things get better,
Or do they only get worse?
I need answers but only good ones,
I need love- so someone can care for me,
I need security,
And most of all I must keep trying.
