Why I have nobody to love me...

Why does no one love me?
Why does no one care about me?
Why does no one say I am pretty?
Why does the sight of me,
Make them flee?

I know my face isn't all that great,
But will I spend my life alone,
Is that my fate?

So if I must die alone,
I might as well die sooner than later,
The needs of those I cannot cater,
So I shall have an unmarked gravestone.

I will end my life now,
End the beat of my empty heart,
So I give one last wave to this world, one last bow.

Now I am gone,
That's one less ugly face to get in someone's way,
My purpose was not to stay,
Now everyone's lives will go on.

This poem is about me and why I am still single and why my heart remains black and untouched.