My greatest despair in my life is the mere fact no one has ever understood me, and I believe no one ever will... unfortunately.
No one has ever listened to what I have said and grasped the true meaning, no one has ever looked at me and knew what I was thinking, no one has ever talked to me without passing judgement and no one has ever apologised for hurting me. Alas time moves on relentlessly and I feel; who am I to stop it's everlasting march just to ponder on what could have been, but then again I am growing weary and tired with each passing day and when it boils down to it at the end of the day... I am still only human.
Am I nothing but a tool to the system, a sympathetic passer by to others...No! I will never relent to the will of depression, I can't... but I fear I may just do it one day, drown in a sea of sorrows to great to bear, and the harsh reality of the situation is that I don't have a life ring to pull me out.
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