Why do I hurt you?

I don't deserve your love
I always make you depressed
I mess up everything
I hurt myself and it hurts you
Life is horrible
You make me happy
And all I do for you is hurt you
I love you but I hurt you
How does that work?
I feel horrible
I can't do anything right
I feel worthless
But when I'm with you
I feel like everything is okay
I feel worthwhile
But am I?
When I sit alone in my room I think
Why am I here?
Does anyone want me here?
Would they be better off without me?
But once again these are just the thoughts in the mind of a Disturbed Poet