Why me?

My tears get thicker, my heart grows thinner while the cuts seem bigger. My body is weak, and I feel so meek, cause its been more than a week. I reside in this desolate world, all alone. I wish I was wrong, but im afraid all hope is gone. No one can save me, because this is a curse, see? To live in fear with no gain of a better way to live with this pain. I wish that I could find happiness, but I wont get it nonetheless. I must embrace my inner darkness, but that wont leave me scarless. but as I remember false promises I still want her kisses. people would expect me to be tougher than brass, but im more weaker than glass. so it seems that I have two options. I could die without in a blink of my eye, or I could lie and just die inside.....