My sorrows,I cry

I'm so lonely now and I don't know how
to get it back to good.
Everyone here seems to be caught
up in themselves.
I'm the one that they blame.
Sorry,doesn't  mean an thing.
With all this blame,turns into shame,
it's harder to get through the days.
So,broken down and alone down my roads,
standing,still,and unsteady to who I am.
I'm so wrapped up with shame
to things I can not win.
I'm sorry for the way I am.
Sorry,for being so cold for things I say.
I never thought to look back for
all the things I did.
I seem to screw up everything.
Even now when I got everything
I been waiting for.
Sight to knowing how to care,faith of who I am..
My will to find everything that I am,
is taken from my every mistake.