Loneliness, rage, and the desire to end it all

I have nothing.

I do nothing.

I am nothing.

The night is often quiet, and there is a sadness that comes with staying up late and thinking deeply about everything.

My life has not been fulfilling.

Every day is wearing me down.

I feel so angry at everything.

I keep thinking whether staying alive is even worth it.

Loneliness is my long-time friend.

It's familiar.

It's discomforting.

I am so lonely.

Nothing is enough.

I have the power to end it all, but I still choose not to.

Just why do I torture myself with endless yearning for things I don't have?