What's Wrong With Me? Poem by pringle popper

Can someone please,
Tell me what's wrong with me?
I don't understand why,
My life has to be so tricky?
Everyone seems intent,
On watching me fail,
They seem to take comfort,
In watching my life turn stale,
And instead of helping,
They twist the knife a little deeper,
Making the ladder of life,
Feel even steeper,
Making my life.
Feel even worse,
Whilst taking my last penny,
From my already empty purse,
I have nothing left,
To give this world,
I maybe need a grown woman,
But I'm a frightened little girl,
The world feels eager,
To watch me fall,
I ask for help,
But I'm faced with a brick wall,
Nothing makes sense,
Nothing ever goes my way,
I hold onto hope,
It gets me through each day,
Would it all stop,
If I were dead?
Or is it all,
Just on my head? !