Is this what I think?

I wonder if tears really do anything,
Do they stop the pain, or make things more depressing?
It makes no sense to be so hurt,
Everyone who I thought I trusted,rubbed my face in the dirt.

Do anyone care about the way I feel?
Im still trying to think if my life is real.
No one understands me,
Why call them friends?Why call them family?

Do people think about me once or twice,
Maybe, but the thoughts probably aren't nice.
I tried to develop a thing called love,
I wanted to be something I'm not,what was I thinking of.
The only people I trust are the ones up high,
Wishing this fake life is over every day and night.

I tried to be me,
Look what I came to be.
I might be cold, some say I'm heartless,
But do they really see, I'm not so thoughtless.
Why do I always have to be so alone,
I don't want this kind of love and care people has shown.

Am I alive or I m I dead?
I rather you pick that choice instead.
Tell me your definition of life alright,
Than I'll tell you whether mine is just alike.

This world is too messed up to live in,
I dont think anyone's understanding.
I guess I'll be all by myself,
I don't need anyone's help.
All I need is God, and myself too,
For the first time I m telling myself the truth.

*comment if you wish.I would like it.