Gunther

My name is Gunther, I am no one. I am clinically, and worldly depressed. I posess not one ounce of happiness in my existance. Every morning I awake to find I'm even sadder than I was only hours ago. I feel sad for not only myself, but for those around me. I am the keeper of the rainy days, and of the dreariest winters. Not only do I live and breathe in complete and utter sadness and despair, I also create nothing less. The world around me is mine alone, and I am my creator. I am my only existance. I am my only friend. No one but myself can save me now, for I have no ties to rest of you. What I once was before no longer remembers me, and I am sure I barely remember him. I am more alone than the furthest star from earth. I am buried beneath the infinite tears that flood the deepest oceans. I am the light that no one sees. I am no one, and for that I am truly aware that this is my curse, my weakness, my inability to fend off the only truth, which in this world, belongs to sadness.