Gone

why was I born it seems me being here is a mistake like everything in my life is fake I want things I can't have I want to be held I want to feel warmth I want someone to love me I want to hold someone through the night but we can't have what we want how is it the opposite result always happens things weren't meant to happen this way I just wish I succeeded last time and maybe I wouldn't feel any pain and maybe she'd love me still if I was gone I wish sometimes that I was gone