Am i needing help?

Each day i look in the mirror
what do i see
i see a broken man
i was once a cool hip guy
but now all i see is an aging loser
my love of life has passed me by
what a fool Ive become
Ive never loved anyone she was the first
she will probably be the last too
even though I'm 37 i feel 92
the heart ache Ive had in the past few years
mother and father both falling ill
two years on, my friend my lover,blew me away
two children i got from her,grown don't see that much
now I'm here writing nothing but sad stories
all alone,got friends but none of them know
what am i to do
carry on
be brave
face my fears
start again
what if i cant,don't want too
what is my choice
i know this don't rhyme but these are my thoughts
so i say now words are my only true friends
and IL keep on writing them till the end....