The Next Dark New Day

I wonder why I try,
to help when I could,
only to be hurt.
Try as I might,
be as it may.
They always go away
leaving me in the cold, alone.
What to do,
what to do.
In this nightmare of mine,
all I can do is hope and pray,
to see the morning light.
Dreaming of the next dark, new day,
wishing to feel the love and trust of another.
But wishes don't come true,
and prayers go unanswered.
This is the life I live,
ignoring the pain,
enduring the day,
hoping for the best.
Yet again, the best is out of reach.