Questions that roam

Why do I have to feel grim every day
But when I talk I don’t have much to say?
Why did I open myself and love you?
I thought you felt the same, I thought you loved me too
This hurt will never fade away
It’ll be here, through sunny days or clouds of grey
Do I hate you? Maybe I should
You betrayed me, you hurt me like no one could
I looked back and just wished,
Wished that my past self was just that bit more selfish
Then it would’ve been you lying, crying and dying
I don’t know or care what the future might bring
I only know that now, I am simply hurt,
That there is no haven now, no place of comfort
All these feelings I have I hope will one day die
But until then it is only myself I can trust, myself I can confide.