Used and abused

Tell me how to make you happy!
Haven't I showed you I would do anything for you..
My life revolves around your happiness, I'm lost, I'm hurt,I'm scared
You never cared..but why do I? Why should I?
Because my curse is my heart.

This heart I wish would harden, build up wall's and never ever be broken.
I wish we had never spoken. This pain I carry with me, dragging me to my own defeat. As I lye here under my sheet with tears steaming down my cheek.
I just wish I could sleep.. Not to wake up to eat, but accept the only true ultimate defeat.