I dislike myself so heavily, and people
can sense that I've no desires...no expectations,
and so, they can use me. I'm unsure; because it hurts,
but I would rather let someone else feel joy and
contentment from my misery, because I've no use for
happiness. Solitude has guided me through, and I
want to believe it's helped. I'm a successful
solitude symptom of sadness, and my eyes can use
the extra tears...to cure the dryness.