Why Oh Why Me

I love to write.
So I wrote poems.
They were popular.
My books though.
They had good plots.
But I mess them up.
No one reads them.
I put my poems up the the website with my books.
No reads.
I decide to write a book about me.
It isn't popular.
Why does every thing bad happen to me.
My Ipod and laptop are broken.
My sister is lying to me.
I might need mental help.
Please some help me out.
I am always in deep pain.
Won't anyone care.
No.
No one will ever care about me.
So as I finish up this poem, I encourage people to read some of my books and tell me what they think.
On here or there.
So please if you want message me I will give you the link for my books.
I know this sounds like a pity piece of bull shit, but I was thinking about my death.
My self esteem is low.
Sorry about your wasted time.
Bye my creature of the darkness.