Depressing Stories and Poems

Why (Part 2)

Why?
Why is a question I ask myself everyday.

Why am I not good enough?
Why am I such a mistake?
Why do I feel the need to cry myself to sleep?

Am I a bad person?
Did I do sometimes wrong?
What was it that I did to you that was so wrong that I deserve this hurt for?

I feel like I'm in a crowded room screaming for help but no one cares.

Then again why would they? Its just me after all.

If I kill myself, why would people cry?
When their the ones who made my commit suicide.