Depressed poetry

I was sad one day, so I wrote depressed poetry, but I never posted anywhere, except poetry.com for the ones that would fit, until now, but, I'm depressed again, because tomorrow is one of my favorite holidays, and I get to spend it alone, well with my parents anyways, but yippidee-doo-dah-yippidee-day, I hang out with only them on normal days, and I don't even know if I am going to have a chance to get my frigging costume...
1) nothin's ever gonna go my way:
Why do people seem to ignore me?
Why does it seem like they all just hate me?
Is it punishment for something?
Whatever did I do?
Why in the hell,
Are all these problems,
Just coming up to me?
Sometimes,
I wish,
I could just get up,
And fly,
Fly,
Fly away,
To a place where nothing matters,
A place where things go my way,
A place where people pay attention to me,
But,
Still,
None of it could ever happen,
Cause nothin's ever gonna go my way.
2) The guilt of the truth:
I wish,
I could go up to them,
And speak my mind,
I wish,
I could tell them,
Just how them I find,
I wish,
They could feel my pain,
Like a THOUSAND SWORDS inside my heart,
And a year-long headache,
I wish,
I could let them know,
My heart is so weak,
I just don't have the heart,
Or the patience,
To tell them the truth
3) When I still knew you:
Sometimes,
I feel,
Like a thousand souls surround me,
Yet I am alone,
It angers me when I find,
That no one will listen to me,
When I speak my mind,
Or maybe,
My social skills are lacking,
I barely have friends,
And I feel sad,
When I think about,
All the thinks we did,
When I still knew you
4) Poetic thoughts:
So I sit here,
To write poetry,
About my woes,
And my losses,
And friends forgotten,
NO,
Friends who forgot me.
5) Rock Bottom:
I think it would be better,
If life were shorter,
And time went faster,
But,
As I sit here,
And write about my sorrows,
The time barely moves,
Have you ever thought it could all end soon?
Sometimes I yearn for the dream,
That sometime,
I can hit Rock bottom,
And see what it's like,
But then,
I look at myself,
And notice,
Rock bottom's already here.
6) When I was a kid:
When I was a kid,
I used to dream about prom night,
Myself and my fair lady dancing,
And having such a good time,
But it seem's like dreams don't ammount to a hill of beans,
Because I haven't come close to even being friends with a female,
since grade school.
7) Dreams:
Sometimes,
I wish,
The end would draw near,
Sometimes,
The end doesn't seem too bad,
But I have to stay strong,
If I want to live long,
And fulfill my dreams to their potential
8) I wonder why:
I wonder,
Why,
I still survive with barely any friends,
I wonder,
Why,
I try so hard,
yet everyone still hates me,
I wonder,
Why,
I'm never talked to,
I Wonder,
Why,
None of them pay any attention to me at all