Why?

Why does no one consider my feelings?
Why am I always the one to get the cold shoulder?
Why can no one be my shoulder to cry on?
Why does everyone come to the broken to be healed?
Why did I have to break in the first place?
Why can’t I feel good about myself?
Why do the days feel so short?
Why do the nights alone carry on as if forever?
Why do I hurt so much over something so small?
Why am I always messing things up?
Why can’t I get it right?
Why are there so many bad things clouding the good?
Why can’t I cry at night to relieve this?
Why can’t I accept myself as a good person?
Why am I the worst bully I’ve ever had to face?
Why won’t this pain ever leave me alone?
Why can’t I believe that anyone cares for me?
Why are the voices of the past so persistent?
Why do I always over think things?
Why can’t I be less of a burden on my mother?
Why was I put here, was I a mistake?
Why do I question everything good that happens?
Why do I allow myself to accept failure and defeat?
Why have I become so low, beneath the rest of the world?
Why did I start something I promised I’d never do?
Why do my emotions fluctuate so much?
Why do I have so many questions that I can’t find any answers to?
WHY?