The Illusion of Happiness

Happiness is a figment of the imagination. it doesn't exist. there is only pain and suffering. that's all I have left, the anger, the rage, the sorrow. me wanting to end it everyday. life is fleeting, and I'm tired of living it. nothing I do matters, I care for everyone, I want everyone to laugh and smile, when deep down I can't do that myself. I self isolate so that I don't have to see how great their lives are, and I don't want them to see me suffering. I'm at rock bottom, with no way out. family and friends don't have the time for me. I'm all alone, I can't stop shaking from the anxiety that my sadness brings me. I'm tired, I'm so tired.