Why is it that sometimes loneliness spreads like wildfire? ​

My heart is saddened by this rainy day as I sit by myself on this rock of memories!

Even a small hint of anger

I can feel rising from the depths and into the air!

I love passion, but a lot of time it bites me in the rear!

I love life but life can chant a dance of fear and messes.

Tangling what I thought I knew into a blank stare from out my eyes.

I was told once not to worry when these messes roam freely.

I was told to think of the pretty girl I loved.

But yet those messes are all around and the girl I loved cheated on me. So this makeshift happiness I protrude on my lips, darkens because no-one is there! ​

So yes I do sit on this rock and weep,

Most of the time I drowned in sorrow and the sweet agonies that befell me,

pleasing the darkness and all my worries. ​

I just atone for the things I've lost

Blame it on me who binds this fury very well..

Crying out the names of people who have to drag me down so deep.

My body is full of pains that I mostly wish to keep. ​

The big part of me wishes I could just die; ranting and raving to god and devil, and ask them why they weren't there either.

I'll ask them why they both lied.

Why they told me that with them everything will be ok?