Why Me?

A Poem by Sayonara

It always happens to me.
Always alone.
Always empty.
I give and give.
And never geting back what I give.
I hate this life I have to live.
Love is something that just doesn't exist.
It was never real.
So It was never missed.
The word should be erased from the vocabulary list.
Love is just an empty pile of s**t.
I'm just not alowed to be happy?
Why can I not feel this "love" feeling.?
I don't even want to type this anymore.