Poem-depressed again

It’s been too long. Too long since I’ve had a normal decent relationship or friendship; people they just come and go like seasons and moments of bliss. Complete despair; nothing matters, I have no soul. Why do people even get on with their lives? It’s all for nothing; nothing for all. I don’t know so don’t ask me. Don’t give up? Why not? Old and grey. Lonesome, lost, a fantasy world where people are perfect, none of it really exists-it’s all in the mind. A fruitless state now oh so familiar.