Those who wait, and those who keep waiting.

I'm not sure where I stand.

Life has brought a lot of things, good and bad, and damn, the bad things seem to outweigh the good in my mind. Loss, failure, disconnection, frustration, sadness, depression, separation, abandonment, sickness, solitude.

I guess a lot of it can be summed up by saying I'm a lost soul.

You hear of people who have experienced so many bad things in life, just like I mentioned above. Every day as miserable as the last, every day a lost of hope. Life has shit on them, so they turn to death.

And you hear others say what a shame it was, how they wished this person would have said something, how they wished this person had someone to turn to. You hear them say, they gave up. -- They abandoned the world, as the world abandoned them. They gave up hope, just as the world showed no hope. They left their friends and family, just as their friends and family left them.

If you're all alone in this world, does it even matter if you disappear?

There are those who wait, and those who keep waiting. I'm not sure where I stand.