living for?

When you're laying in bed
at night
In the dark.
all alone.
You start to think.
what am I living for?
thinking thinking
Over thinking.
Some people
in the daytime
seem like it.
but in the cold ruthless night
The truth comes out.
The person- that one special person-
Suddenly is'nt so special..
You see the hurt up close and personnel
The hurt they've done to you
And the hurt you've done to them..
Accusing you of everything
Though you've done nothing wrong..
Not trusting you ever..
And you're sitting their tears streaming
Down your face.
but you don't want to hurt them.
so in the daytime
You grin and bear it.
But all alone in the night
The truth smacks you in the face
That nobody has ever.. nor will they ever
be there for you. That you are nothing to everybody.
nobody important nobody special
and you will never be truly wanted..