Poem

[jolthax]

I wrote this two days ago:

I try to be myself, but I fail.
I try to make a difference, I fail.
I try to be happy, but I fail at that too.
I try to tell myself I want to live, but I fail.
I try to find a purpose to existing, but again I fail.
I try to see the reasons behind why people act the way they do, but I fail.
I try to see the purpose of loving anything at all, and I fail.
My body may be alive, but I am dead on the inside.