Some days are better than others.
But mostly there the same, sad, painful, and lonely.
Mostly because I'm in it alone.
Everyone says they know how I feel, they've been there before.
Their words are hollow, fake, and meaningless.
They haven't been there, because to have been there your different at the end.
But nobody is different, there all the same.
Days go by, feeling like years.
Oh how I long for some kind of security, some peace within my mind.
How I wish my days didn't consume of sadness, pain, and loneliness.
