"How can I feel so lonely,
When surrounded by many?

How can I feel so empty,
When attempting to be happy?

With just one slight cut on my heart,
One can be scarred for life,
It was so sharp,
That it didn't even felt like a knife,
But a sword.

The night sky,
My one comfort,
Cloak me your child,
With your cold, yet comforting embrace.

As I wonder in this word,
As I walk with no empathy.

Happiness?
I forgot the feeling of it.

Joy?
That is less.

As I ask myself why continue living,
When all I feel is my numbness.

This life,
It was never fair,
While the honest suffer,
The dishonest ones get their way.

Never a genuine smile,
Perhaps for a short while,
Although it was never true.

Life filled with betrayal,
Dishonesty,
Injustice,
What is the point of it all?
It was never pretty, clearly.
But that's how life is.

As I pound my head for reasons to this life,
Nothing comes in mind,
But a knife like scythe."

It can't be help but wonder what is happiness?

And how does it feel to be sorry or sympathetic towards others,
when all this years,
I have learned to show no heart towards my own kind that have done nothing but pain and suffering towards one?