Why?

My only question as I live a life of what I thought I could make the best Even after all the pressure, All the mistakes, All the regrets, All of my trying, All of my loyalties, All of my abilities, All of the people, Everything. After everything, my question is, Why? Why am I not good enough? Why do you use me? Why can't you love me, The way that I... love(d) you? Why couldn't they stay? Why couldn't some go? Why does it have to be me? Why can't u ever be left alone? Why do I feel so much pain inside? Why is there not a place I can call home? Why do I cry? Why must I hide? Why did you ask that of me? Why?