Can you check out my poem?

It's 12:51, noon, still unhappy-

At myself, I'm tired.

Tired of waiting for hope

Will she ever return?

And will she stay with me till midnight-

To fight my abject misery?

I've been riding a tricycle -

For quite some time

And I think I should switch-

To a bicycle

But I don't want to, I'm not ready

Not now but not never

I’ve got a few problems

And I know you’ve got more

but I’m telling you, these thoughts -

are killing me. Have your problems ever -

pierced you in the eye?