When the melody goes mute...

Its weird how im tempted to say the common phrase 'I hate my life' everyday!
Its so not me. Im a happy person.. or i was.. and I loved it that way.
This whole writing-when-im-emotional thing is kinda cool,
but I never needed a pen and paper or a 'blog' to talk to.
I know the feeling, loneliness, back when I lost my best friend,
people try and take his place, it may seem ok, but no.. who am I kidding?
Its so clear, the reason for this- Im incomplete.
The answers right there, but im weak, so i need to hear it again.. repeat.
I cant even right a decent poem, it rhymes, big deal.
Point is: im messed. Why'd the scab invent the wheel?
Im writing with no aim. I cant even write.
This poems lost its theme, noones reading anyway right?