Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow. No tomorrow, no tomorrow

Ok, this is bad. I love you, baby, but I have the impression that I can't help you anymore. I became too weak.
Wonderfull months, they were. I believed that I can help you, i can change you and make you feel better, but now you're sad and dissapointed again and I have the feeling that I let you down. And you let me down, because you're not even trying. I love you, and you're not even trying to work things out.
Why all of this turn out like that? Because I finally slept with you? It is over? In this way? With this feeling that we helped each other to deal with problems and then pushed that problems into our throats? Thanks.