Solitude

Laugh and the world laughs with you, weep, and you somehow weep alone. Alone, in a world full of people; I stare up at the black blanket of a sky, dry that si gle tear that tries to escape my eye. I've accepted, full-on; commited- Committed to a life of anguish and self-hatred. Why? I don't understand the war within or how to win, self medication and state dope taint my blood. When will it end? When will I win?