And Where's MY Hero?

The Bad Day Says:

One by one the peaces of the puzzle grow further and further apart.
They don't want me to know the truth. They wont show me the path.
It's like they're punishing me, and I don't know why.

I'm not perfect, far from it. I'm a flawed being, I'm a damaged tool.
I try to keep going, I try to do good. But the flowers keep dying in my hands.

Can't take it any more, I'm tired of fighting. Everything I love ends up hating me.
Or the idea of me.

Everyone I try to help runs off.
Nobody believes in what I'm trying to do.

What am I trying to do?

Isn't it time I gave up?

All I do I make it worse. And it gets harder and harder for me to stand up again.
I'm losing my hope. And I was relying on it to save me.

My plan didn't work, and I feel like that boy in Pay it Forward.

Never mind, I'll get threw it.
But don't expect me to smile for a while.