* Sigh * just too much

I'm not loved,
I care and love but with no return
I feel this pressure to cope with society and people
for  they hurt, beauty hurts, standards hurt,
failure hurts, disappointments cut
heart turns to mush, no reason to live for
dying inside, struggling with self
hating the world, hating people
nothing makes sense,
nothing matters
we are all dying everyday
we are loosing
failing
paining
grieving
frozen
envied
hated
unloved
un-needed
struggling with loving ourselves
attention seeking
clueless of this life
wandering about
going
moving
constantly being punched
bruised
scarred and scared
sleepless
starving
full
bloated
wasted
high on life
watching
observing
noting
learning
wondering
contemplating
asking
seeing
analyzing
waiting
noticing
shocked
embarrassed
anxious
alone
delicate
vulnerable
wounded
pessimistic
optimistic
silent
misunderstood
misinterpreted
secretive
deep
openly closed
lost.