Why?

I am all alone,
With the ringing of the telephone.
No answer as the machine picks up,
As I sit here with my empty cup.

I'm curled up under a sheet,
All warm and cozy all but my feet.
My eyes are burning as the tears pour,
My body aches and my bones are sore.

Thinking of how my life should be,
Wishing that someone other than me would see.
My potential is wearing every day,
My intellect is diminishing in every way.

I am looking at the happy ones surrounding,
Also I find the ones whose love is profounding.
It is so sad and miserable to see,
Because I think that is how my life should be.

Why is it that things come to those who need it less,
That they are the ones that God seems to have blessed.
Why is it that I am here hoping for something better,
And all I ever get is a note or a letter.

Why is it my family always seems to fall apart?
Don't they know it wears thin on my heart?
Why is it so easy for people to walk away?
When all I want is for them to stay.

Is there anything left that is trying to find me?
Is there happiness in store I'll finally see?
Someone promise me it will all work out,
Because I've worked to hard to end up on this route.