Why try?

A depressing poem...

Why try to make friends if you'll lose them all someday?
Why even try to fit in, if people change every day?
Why not give up, give in, if its pointless anyway?
These questions I ask myself every day...

Why not just float through life with the bare necessities?
Throw in the towel, it will put your mind at ease.
Because there's not a point to feelings at all, really.
Because feelings, all they do is hinder me...

There is no point in trying so hard anymore.
Do what you want, I don't care, you've robbed me like a store
You've made me have no childhood, made living life a chore
You've trampled my heart, killed sunshine, and closed every door.