Popularist culture insites ignorance, greed and stupidity.

Your lost to me now and I cant find myself anymore.

You left me there in despair, but I could never hurt you.

The love you show me, gives me the life and soul to be who I truely am.

My kin though what you hath given me is not perfect, I treasure the love you bestow, for it is assuridly without motive or greed.

In the end you took much more than, abusing and taking my generosity for granted, you took away what was so precious to me, my trust in you.

You move on now my beloved to the next world and I shall follow you soon, though my heart aches each day I wait to be with you again.

Sometimes life becomes so hard and there is no one you feel you can turn to, who really understands what you have been through. That is loneliness...

How can I move on? how can I... cheer up? My mind simply will not let me forget the endless tragedies of my life, but this is what you so casually call.. my depression.

You dont have to shout I can hear you, yes I know what you want of me.... but what makes me this way is, you dont want to hear me!