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What have I done wrong? All I do is put happiness into the world, and what do I get in return? HATE.

I'm sad. I'm alone. I cannot spread the sadness, the HATE. So I will keep it in me, not let it out, save others from suffering...but how it hurts. Like having a fragile glass heart, and having it broken. And in the place where that glass heart was, there is nothing. Nothing but the fragments of glass, sharp and jagged, stabbing you, cutting you, killing you from the inside.

And there's nothing you can do. Nothing to make it stop. And you feel so helpless, so weak. And as the HATE grows, so does the pain. It is cold and empty. It leaves you gasping for air, unable to breathe. All you want it to do is STOP. But it is there. It is always there, will always be there. Killing you.

And then you die. Your life, your existance means NOTHING. You are dead. You will never live again. Never feel the warmth of happiness. Never love or be loved.

You will never be happy again...EVER again.