Ijust wrote a little story about my life rn, plz tell me if its any good

im so tired every day locked in a cage of emotion
12am i step outside the bright moon peering down at me
its the only time im alone, able to feel and think for myself
it is cold outside yet i feel the warmth of freedom
the air is freezing yet i take a breath of relief
the alcohol is strong yet i drink away the pain
my razor is sharp yet i bleed away the sadness.
why doesnt anyone love me?
why do i have to hate myself so much?
and why do i have to spend every drunken night alone?