I feel this may be the beginning, the beginning through the end.
I feel of nothing.
Theres is nothing to fear, to wilt, to hide from.
Thus a care has not been given from others to me.
I am alone.
  
A dark room filled with light.
Depressed and sorrow tis me.
I shun the needs and wanting.
I wait.
A window brings in the sun and thus the moon.
I feel of no reason to smile.
I want to hide the fact of facing any fear of mine.

I hate of how I must try to smile, I must try for others.
When yet they have not tried for me.