I give up.

I have nothing of value.
And no one to keep me company.

I long for something,
anything, to give my life meaning.
But I push everything,
and everyone away,
without a second thought.
I don't even have myself.

I've had millions of chances,
to have happiness,
but I turned my back upon them.
And I'm oblivious as to why.
How pathetic is that?

I don't even understand myself,
and that's the worst part.