(Just a vent poem)

Love

Cry, cry, is all I do.
Useless tears as so am I,
Die, die, is all I hear.
Sniffing and wishing for something more.

Love is always so far away,
As so as my happiness,
Friendships,
And a will anymore to move on.

No one cares,
While I barely still hang on.

Did they ever love me?
Did they ever want to be around me?
Did they ever like me?

I thought it was my appearance,
I changed it.
Nothing...

I thought it was my actions,
I changed it.
Nothing...

I thought it was my personality,
I changed it.
Nothing...

They all hate me,
And it's no surprise,
I guess I'm not likable.

I wouldn't blame them though,
Because I wouldn't love me neither.