“Pain and pleasure are synonymous,
Whether you’re on the top or the bottom.
We all yearn to live.
We all yearn to die.
Your dark world aches for that splash of the Sun.
Your silent world desires that beat of the drum.
That melancholy nostalgia drowned out by growing pains,
But nothing lasts forever.
Life is too short to even care at all
Yet you seek a solution that you should have found by now,
As if the world owes you anything for breathing air
That we all share!”
Loneliness Isn't Real 