What must I do?

When will my aching soul
Be able to let go
Of a wonder
Such as yourself

When will I ever realise
That what we have
Is not a love based on mutuality
But rather on my own

When can I admit
That we cannot progress
For I see you as more than a friend
And you see me as something less

Why must I hurt
In making you my priority
While I'm left alone
As nothing but an expendable commodity

Must I answer these myself
Or simply cut this life short
To save me the trouble of having to