Confusion

Where the Hell am I? Why am I here? Because every time I try. A little more I seem to die. And how come there's no one near. No one to take away this fear. Sure. They tell me to try. Sure. They tell me, I'll amount. How can I tell that what they preach isn't a lie? That my tears amount to something, even after I cry? Do they even know what pain is about? Can they understand that strength is the only thing that pulls me out? All I've ever known appears to be a lie. All I ever wanted to know, was untrue. Hating is the only thing that passes the time by. So, loving someone, won't apply. That includes loving you. Because I never did love the things you do. Where am I? Why the Hell am I here? I don't really want to die. But all I do is cry. My eyes blur and tear. So, tell me, what good do I do here?