Why

Here I am hurting and bleeding (so what else is new?) and thinking out loud again...
Why do I always end up falling flat on my face each and everytime I start to really care and be in love with someone?
Why do I always end up getting burned? Why do people always end up leaving me?
Why do they always end up huring me in more ways than one? Always the same questions but never finding the answers...
Am I a bad person? Do I really deserve all this crap that I am getting? All I ever did was love... All I ever wanted was to be loved in return...
The practice of romanticism died when my heart stopped beating. I gave away my heart and it ended up being broken...
A part of me is already missing, a part of me has died, the day she said goodbye...