...And Left To Die

Yesterday seems like a year ago, and tomorrow seems like it will never arrive.
I am stuck in time, stuck inside my head with only my thoughts for company.
I hate them, I really do.
Sorrow seems like it is a requirement of life.
To live, you must feel pain eternally.
(You must want to breath, but not live. If I could do that, I might be one step closer to being one of the "happy people.")