I just wonder, if any of the people close to me, would notice me dissappear.

I try to be happy,
yet each night I turn melancholic yet again,
I try to be happy, but only by burying my despair
I try to find solace, in the pain from my lonely heart,
I feel alone, even when surrounded.
Might I ever escape this eternal act?

Find solace in your sins, or find solace a sin.
Either way it's all the same.
Comfort can also be found in agony.

I rage at the world,
It never listened,
I grew lonely and mad,
So I turned to the only one who would listen,
Me.

Grief and glee are so close yet so far.
I glanced,
It saw,
I ran.

The feeling of loneliness persist, even when surrounded by people.

I want to know,
Please tell me the answer,
Explain the reason,
Tell me why you do this,
Why must I suffer so

Humans, are truly despicable.
They are Selfish,
Arrogant,
Corruptive,
*****,
Greedy,
And inconsiderate of those around them.
However, sometimes they can also be inspiring.
Sometimes, they can be decent.

It is in the depths of loneliness that I found he who stuck by always.

I try to better other people cause I hardly know how to better myself.

Moments are fleeting,
Memories fade,
Time flies.  
You don't have to keep pace,
Just keep going steady rate,
Such is fate.

I created a maze and fort of loneliness hoping that someone might try to see what's inside.
No one did and it surprised me.
I've grown since then and I realized that no one even cares enough to see the maze.

Anguish is a sign of life.

I've always loved the rain. Something about it just comforts me. It's calming, moody, yet also beautiful.

The idea that behind the veils of darkness,

The plants are glistering in the wash from the clouds,

Mirror-like puddles forming reflecting the endless night-sky,

The look of the wet bricks and also the shine coming from the roof tiles.

But the most beautiful part of the rain is the sound it makes.

The endless clattering made by the falling drops, It’s therapeutic and mesmerizing.

The sounds of the seemingly endless washing of my house, It relieves me, it comforts me.

It warms me and just for a moment my pain too, forms a puddle that's simply reflecting the endless expanse of the universe around me.

Maybe one day, I can be washed by the rain. Unchained from the prison of my burdens and sins, to find solace in It’s embrace.