Being lonely is something that

people often complain about.

Now, they might say that they're lonely,

that they have no one to talk to.

That they are completely and utterly alone

in this godforsaken excuse of a world.

But, you know what? They're lieing.

Just the fact that I know that they complain proves this.

They have someone to confide in,

someone to listen to them as they tell

of their seemed isolation from humanity.

But, they still have at least one person.

And the bastards don't know how lucky they are.

They have the ability to trust someone,

completely, and inexpliciately.

They have someone to talk to.

They have no idea what it's like to be alone.

To be lonely. To have no one.

To be lost in a neverending darkness,

but constantly teased by the light that surrounds their cages.

They can still reach the light; the voices.

They can still feel emotion.

The bastards have no right to complain.

None.

Because I don't have anyone.

I can't confide in anyone.

I can't see past the walls of my confinement.

So, I don't really have any right to complain, either.

Because I can't feel the sadness;

the sadness that overcame my entire being,

once I realized I was completely,

utterly, and heartwrechingly alone.

So to those people, those idiots, who think that they are

'alone', remember this, bastards. You still have light.

You don't have to fake every smile that is called for.

You can still remember what happiness is like.

You have friends.

You have family.

Damn it, you bastard, appriciate what you have!

I even appriciate my blessings. I do have people who care,

I know this.

I do have people who would rather die than see me suffer;

even the smallest bit of pain.

But you see, when you no longer have emotion,

you don't have the ability to care.

You have nothing.

So the only thing you can really appricate is darkness.

And the knowledge that you'll someday be able to leave;

flee from the confines of your own, personal prison.

And this, this... poem is my confirmation to anyone that cares,

that today is my time to break free.

To finally know happiness again.

To finally cry again.

And then... to die;

again.

Goodbye

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