Just Can't Get It Right

Sick with myself, no matter which way I turn,
I cannot find the path, all bridges burned.
Not yes, not no, But hope still is fleeting
As I sit here listening to my broken heart beating.
Long since has it been that way, decrepit and old,
Has seen no light, is desolate and cold.
I cannot seem to stray from this repeating path,
I sit here feeling stupid, victim of my own wrath.
I cannot seem to find the light,
I cannot seem to end this plight.
This road is all familiar, it feels no remorse,
It will not allow me to stray from this course.
I cannot turn it around, I cannot win.
I'm not even wanting to see the end.
I'm like a broken record playing over and over,
I feel as passed over as a three leaf clover.
Why do I get this? Why am I here?
I was not put here for you to just push and jeer.
I have my purpose, though yet I cannot see.
If nothing else for him to find me and set me free.