Alone i stand

Alone i stand, shrouded in darkness. i am searching for myself, but all i can see is the picture i painted for others. Closed are my eyes to the real me. The one i must find to be happy. i spend my days and nights searching. Time means nothing to me. Life seems loveless. Love is loneliness. In love with loneliness and depression i wonder. i see others happiness, but to me, it appears fake. Only a blissful dream for the imagination. A spark of hope for those who can see it. To them, it is real. Endlessly, I study very inch of darkness, grasping for a shred of light, but to no avail. For me, can love be true?