Pointless

Trying is pointless,
As I spend my time crying,
I'm screaming at you to leave me alone,
But inside I'm killing myself because you're always gone,
What can I do to help myself,
When all I feel is a guilt for not letting you live your life,
Instead, I pile upon your shoulders the weight of my depression,
In an attempt to make a more perfect connection,
But all my attempts are met with violent salutations,
As I travel this road alone,
Having no way of talking to you even on the phone,
I depend on empathy to link my sadness to happiness,
But instead all I find is a lack of purpose and an abundance of craziness,
Violent mind of mine won't ever leave me alone,
And it's making me crazy because no I just feel like hitting myself with a cone,
Not like that would do much,
But such is all I can do,
Though I'd much rather prefer to,
Bleed out slowly bit by bit,
And feel my life ending as I sit,
Here in my lonesome room,
To write about how I've come to meet my doom,
And that I'd soon be dead,
Enough said.