I feel darkness rising in me
All around people living happily
Cheerfully, and I\'m sick with envy
Eternally lonely clouded in a fog so thick it chokes out all of me, seeping out from the cracks in my psyche
In the end i create the calamities that lead to my mental tragedies.
The irony that causes my own insanity
Always alone but so full of anxiety
I let no one get near me
I think truly without this poetic therapy,
I would be but memory
A thought fading yearly until I\'m gone completely
Nothing left but pages of unread poetry
A ghost with no one to care to mourn me.