WHY?

I can't
Help the way you
Always make me feel like every single
Thing I do, is done in vain.
Every tear I shed for
You is shed
On lies and pain, but you don't care
Unless those tears are yours.
Why?
You
Leave so many spaces
Everywhere, and I can't
Find the strength
To let you go. I can't
Make you let me go.
Even when you're with me you're away.
Why?
If the
World weren't this way
I'd hold you tight and
Say, "It's all alright," but
Here we are, and reality bites.
I'm sorry it's this way, but you can't
Kiss me and make me better when
Nothing you do
Ever
Works.
Goodbye.

This poem makes no sense. Don't even try to tell me it does, b/c it doesn't. E.e. cummings all the way. Kind of. DONT JUDGE ME. My eye itches. Have I ever mentioned how I'm mildly allergic to animals? Well, I am and I own a dog. My eye itches. Goodbye.