"But when crying don't help and you can't compose yourself. It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or simple song of hope."

Being alone sucks. Do you realize that? it really does. It sucks on a major scale. Loneliness is no minor suckage, this is major-league, knock-down-and-drag-out misery here.

Being alone is akin to having white-hot metal disks inserted underneath your fingernails. In your mind.
So what do we do? We try and get together, to pair off, we find ourselves someone we can stand and who, more importantly, can stand us and we stick with them. And when this brilliant setup goes wrong? Fire and Brimstone.

Every now and again, you can find someone who fits the above description, and you settle down, and all is good, right? And then what? It all goes to shit. Or even more likely, you find someone who you think the world of, someone you could spend the rest of your life loving, and what happens? They see you as the scum of the earth, not worth their notice. So you crawl away, broken and bruised, nursing your wounds.

It all ends in loneliness. At least for us it does. There will always be those for whom the system works, those who get their fairy-tale ending. They exist just to offer you false hope so that your dreams may be shattered and defiled once more.