Unwanted Poem by Andrew Francis

Month of trying but there is no luck.
I feel like crying but instead I need a hug.
'Why always me? ' that's what I always ask.
I feel like hiding myself behind a mask.
I'm down on my knees and keep on praying.
So all my attempts are in vain? , because I end up feeling like I'm prey.
Laying down here, all I feel is pain.
Dear God, can you see God. What I need God?
I guess love is not meant for me.
At some point I need to accept that.
I trusted you all this time,
Its seems like I was backing the wrong horse.
Now I'm angry and I feel like committing a crime.