Hate This Feeling

I always try to leave a message of hope. I try to make people happy and make them forget about the problems they think are worth worrying about.
But what happens when it's me with the problem? How can I deliver the message? That would make me a hypocrite, and I'm not.

Maybe I'm just confused. Maybe I lost track of my thoughts. Maybe I'm starting to wonder... was I ever right?

I'd like to think that I was, because I spoke from my heart just after living the worse. I thought I understood. I thought I could manage.

I thought I could cope.

Now I'm lost, and I gave up on everything I relied on.

I hate that I'm writting this... but there's no one to talk, and I have to unload.