All my life I have been alone. Â Never really feeling that I fit in. Â I have always felt like someone looking in on others’ lives. Â “This” has never been real for me. Â Every time I think that my Â life is ready to begin, it is ripped from me… always back to the same routine of loneliness. Â Is this really all there is??? Â Is there ever really gonna be a pot of gold at the end of my rainbow. Â I have come to the realization – no- there is no pot of gold. Â This is life. This is all you get… Â I have no plans of killing myself now. Â But I do understand how someone could get to that point. Â Â I can understand when it is time to yell “enough”.