 Have you know for the longest time that residing deep within your soul there is a deeply rooted, fundamental sadness. 
Sadness that is ever present, that colors each and every day of your life  ?

There are too many silent sufferers. 
Not because they don't yearn to reach out, but because they've tried and found no one who cares.

Each and every day it begins again, upon awakening the trials begin anew. 
Each and every day you look first inward and then cast your gaze outward, only to see doubt and misery's head rise.

My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes. 

Spring is the toughest season, you stand alone watching those who pass by hand in hand, in love or maybe they have just found that someone who understand that sometimes you just need a hand to hold.

Yet there is no one there.

"Life is a tale... Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing. "
"Macbeth"