Can't sleep
Alone with multiple dimensions
Of emotions,
Various forms of depression,
It seems happiness was just a figment of my imagination.

Was my reflection
Just a selection
Of my self impression
To express this form of self destruction

Apparently I've always been meant to be alone
To lye in bed and write this poem
To shed my tears yet no one to hold
To have a house but never a home
To live a life and die alone.