Why?

why do i exist?
why am i not somebody else
why do i continue to live
when i'm never happy with myself

i feel so alone
i feel so bare and dry
i would give my life to someone else
if i could just die

i have lived my life
i have made to many mistakes
i have found my love
and let her escape
i need her more than ever
but she doesn't give a damn

i remember every line in her face
to every crevice in her hand
i love the way she smiled and she was so wild

she really hates me
what did i ever do
i wasn't even the one who cheated on you
but i was the one that was left here after
all alone

if my sadness could be a artifact
it would be as extravagant as a throne where i sit
and continue to have no life
because there is no meaning
since she walked out of my life