Annoying

I feel so empty,
So Deep inside.
Why Do I mess it all up?
Why Do I even try.

I can't do anything,
I've realized this too.
I know that I'm annoying,
This is nothing new.

I get so annoyed,
So mixed up inside.
I don't know why I do this.
Only if I never tried.

I always feel so stupid.
Even more then the rest.
I would hate me too.
That would be for the best.

I know this poem is stupid.
I figured I would try.
I would rather do this.
Then sit in my room and cry.