Dusk Is Falling

I found this anonymous poem on the internet a while ago.

Someone hold me

Someone care

I'm crying out

But do you dare?

Because I push

You far away

And sit alone

Each wasted day.

Does it matter?

Should I die?

I can't beat this;

I can't try.

You don't get it;

Never will.

Don't you see?

I'm broken still.

Faded dreams

A game of darts

Don't try to fix

My tired heart.

And when I go,

Know I'll be free.

So please don't waste

Your tears on me.

As I said, I didn't write it, I don't know who did

I Really Am Worthless

I dedicate my life to the people that I love, I just want them to be happy, I just want to be close to them. The few people that I really really love, they are so special to me and I'll never find any other people that are anywhere close to the same. I don't even think they are grateful, I don't think they care about me at all and why would they? I mean, they don't love me like I love them, they don't need me like I need them, nobody needs a friend like me.