Miserable life.

Why the hell does this always happen to me?
Why do I have to be so unlucky?
I always say I don't need anybody,
But in reality, I just want someone to hug me,
To tell me everything will be fine,
But I guess that would only remain a wish.

Someone told me that I don't need people,
Cause I am so strong and independent,
But the reality is far from that,
I wish I could tell you how I cry myself to sleep,
How weak and tired I am,
But I guess I have to keep this stupid facade up.

My sister always told me how unlucky I am,
But I just realized that she was telling
the truth,
Mom, dad, anybody,
Please come hug me and let me cry in your lap,
I hate crying alone in this dark room,
Hiding my red puffy eyes in the morning.