Why Me?

Its ashame how i feel this way, depressed and frustrated yet another day.
i don't like to feel this way cause it makes my friends unhappy, but i cant help how i feel this part of me is real.
i sit in my room at night and reflect on my past but when i think about what has happened it just makes me wanna cry.
I'm so torn inside people just don't know, sometimes i wish i wasn't here: just want to get up and go.
my problems are so powerful, they are ruining my life. they cause me so much pain it just makes me want to die.
when i think about death, i try to envision the people that love me because if i go i will be putting myself out of misery but they are the ones who will have to endure the pain.
i know i must go on but the pain is just too strong. why must i go back to a place i don't want to belong??