How...

How is it… that in a room full of people
    I still feel alone?
And how is it… that when the air is buzzing with voices
   I hear only a dull drone?
How is it… that when I should be happiest
    I want only to break down and cry
And how is it… that even my worst nightmares
    Aren’t half as bad as real life?
How is it… that in what should be the prime of my life
    I can’t help but contemplate suicide?
And how is it… that in spite of standing on solid ground
    I am caught up in an unrelenting tide?
So tell me one more time…
    How this pain will go away.
And tell me… how is it
    That anything will ever be okay?