Happiness

The universe is so vast,
so huge and infinite.
So why do I feel so alone,
even when your near?
Believe me I would try to convince you.
Do everything I could, just to end it.
Instead I lie here in bed.
What might be worse, is I'm used to it?
With these dead feelings I continue to write,
in hopes of possibly shaking it.
But if its not going to happen soon...
Happiness?
I'll just fake it.