I look out at the world and all I see is what is happening to me. As far as I can see



I am










the only one









who


is stuck in the metaphoric well. I have been left alone in the dark and I cannot see. Why is

is it










that this stuff










is

only happening to me, I don’t understand. No one can see me struggling. No one is willing to

help










me.

Is










there

a God out there? Where is he? I just want


a friend who could try to understand what

I am








going



thr-









ough.


Everyone seems so happy, they all





have it good. Why do only bad things


happ-






en





to








me?


this isn’t right. I shouldn't’t be






the only one who has to fight




with



life.








Why



don’t I




get a happy ending?










Why is it always