Despair

I thought I would try to make a roses are red violets are blue type of poem.

violets aren't always blue
And not all roses are born red
The thoughts in my head
Won't let me go to bed,
All they do is torture me instead,
Because of them, tears are what I shed
Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever mend
I don't like to tell so I pretend.
I heard happiness is the best thing to send
But I want to tell the truth before I break and bend,
I just want a close friend
I want to be told my life shouldn't end
Why can't anything good happen
Why has my happiness misshapen
When I think of things I sadden
The light I abandon
The emptyness I welcome in.
When did this emptyness begin?
How did it slowly make its way into my skin?
I want to burst like a balloon touching a pin,
All I want is one win,
All I ask for is bliss.