Don't you see?

It's as if the world is blind. If you can't see what's on the other side of the wall, does that mean you can't know what's there?

It's strange how sometimes, I can't see the joys in living. I can't seem to find a single one. Like the world gets smaller by the minute, until all that is left is the world that surrounds me and I think to myself that it's the only world left.

And I don't like the world I'm left with. It's cold. Dark. And above all lonely. It's ugly and hidden. Why would anybody want to come here? Why would anybody want to come to me?