Why

Why? Why can’t I be with someone who loves me like I love them? Why do I try and try and push and push just to be treated like dirt? Why can’t I just accept the fact that if I have to push. it’s not real? Why can’t I may not be meant to find the love I want? Why can’t I accept the fact that maybe I’m meant to be alone, unhappy, and without a family? Why can’t I just accept that no matter what I do, how hard I try, and how hard I wish, that everyone I love will leave? Why do I bother trying or wishing or hoping? Why do I insist on fooling myself? Why do I keep wishing that I can find a true love that probably doesn’t even exist? Why do I keep trying to be with anyone at all? Why do I keep opening my heart and sharing my feelings when I know they are just going to be ripped apart, stomped on, laughed at, and then thrown to the side until it’s time to do it all again? Why ?