Suddenly I am depressed.
I don't know why but I can't say I didn't see it coming.
I'm lost in a sea of swirling muck, and the waves are 
slapping at my face, coming at me in the guise of friends,
and then informing me of my real worth.
We are so alone.  Everyone.  And it bugs me because...
We don't have to be.  If we had the courage, the strength
to reach out, to dare to love, to risk it all...  but we 
don't.  We live our days soberly, assessing each situation,
weighing each relationship as though it were fruit in the
marketplace.  
Everyone has the potential to be happy.
We just don't let ourselves.
It's as if we are bonded to our pain, unwilling
to let go of our suffering, as if it was the most integral
part of us.
We don't realise that we are drowning in it.