Irony

Isn't it such an irony, when you're able to give support to other people, but not to yourself?
For what reasons do I smile?
Why... should I keep this up?
The world's shining with tears in my eyes,
And an empty, hollow heart.
Facing this world with a cold face... wouldn't that be a weight off my shoulders?
The freedom I dreamt of is merely a dream.
I am just a shadow, a ghost,
Trying to protect the ones I love,
But... always failing...
I will always fade away, no matter how hard I try ...
I wonder why it hurts so much?
If the darkness can go away... Them my existence will be gone...