Project grey

I wanted to believe that I was special.
But in the end I'm not.
I shouldn't belong
I shouldn't believe in this world
I shouldn't exist as does my dark side...
I'm starting to understand what she must be feeling for such a long time.
The weight of the own personality which drags one down. Wanting to believe,
wanting to be loved.
Yet only solitude submerges from the shadows of the mind.
What mind can bear this burden?
This horrible mental state which destroys more nerves than any illness.
Is there a cure?