Is it possible for one person to feel as alone as I do
The glass is never half full for me, much less so
Everything passes before my eyes, yet nothing happens
I have grown comfortable with what the world is like
I do not want anything to change
At the same time, I want everything to end
Everything to die
Everything feel what I'm feeling
I hate those people who can actually call themselves faithful
Who can actually call themselves happy.
Even if they aren't truly content, perception clouds reality
Why should I be the one?
That no one else around me feels pain?
That everyone around me complains of everything
Yet speak of nothing
They all cry out for a change
They all cry out for rebellion and realism
Yet they know nothing
Until they see someone hold a gun to their own head,
They know nothing
Until they've seen someone kill another person,
They know nothing
Until they've seen the look in that someone's eye,
That someone who means the most to you
Maybe even indirectly,
They know nothing
You can't trust anyone, or anything other people say
Precisely because they know nothing
Their utterly limited capacity for perception and outlook
Limits them
Their own fault? Perhaps not
Cause for my pain? Cause for my depression? No
But who am I to think they should care?
Who am I to want them to care?
Who am I to care?
More importantly, who am I?