the illusion

Sadness at the edge of serenity denied by the world dwells the subcotious mind  in that mind dwells utter loneliness. Loneliness is a scar that is hard to heal despite the trying. No matter how many people you befriend no matter how nice you are to the people around you. The heart always  longs for something else, something more. A feeling that's hard to ignore , the feeling that you are alone in a world that really has no need for you or has not yet accepted you as a residence. This feeling makes your heart ache makes your body heavier. What is it do I yern for. I wonder what can cure this feeling. I wonder what can make my incomplete being, completed. Just when I thought I was finally out of this voided valley of darkness and sadness, just when I thought I found the light I was searching for all my life. I fall out of the illusion I made and I fall back into the void forever wondering this valley of eternal darkness, sadness, loneliness, and tears