I Am Tired of Living

I have spent years fighting my own demons. And I lost. In the end, I wasn't good enough. I put my heart and soul, all that is left of my humanity into those I befriended. I have no will left to live. Nothing left in this life worth fighting for. I'm just so alone, even after everything.
I've been fooling myself for so long. Saying that I'll be okay. But I lost everything. My strength, my pride, my love. All is gone.
In the end, I was not good enough. Never good enough.
I will die alone. With no one by my side. Not a friend or a love in sight. Just me, all alone.
I guess I deserve it. Because I dared to dream, I lost everything.