Forsaken

It seems being alone has become a permanent setting.
A lifestyle.

I hate it.

I feel like dying.

I long to embrace loneliness.
To be strong.
Be the light.
Not be touched by the darkness.

But I know my abilities fall short.
I will never be like that.

For so long I've endured this.
The hope of a brighter day
My only motivation.

To be inspired by life.
I yearn for that kind of satisfaction.

But to ache for death...

It wasn't supposed to be like this.
This feeble excuse for living.

But it is like this.
Regardless my craving for something else.

I still have to trudge through life.