Misery.

There is no point in crying over spilt milk. Similarly, there is no point in crying when you have been left all alone to deal with your own set of problems even when you have all the people in this world who love you more than anything else.

But in the dead of night when you're lying in your own bed, crying your own tears, wishing for the voice of one stranger in the darkness of your heart rather than the applause of a billion people in the world....and when you're still alone....do you know how it feels then?

I call it "Misery".

Misery is a state of an individual's soul, not his mind. It is a state where you feel all alone, even when you're surrounded by all the people who love you and care about you. It is an emptiness that eats you alive. Misery is when you are overcome by a serious and real sense of desperation even though you're the happiest person on the planet. Misery is alive and hungry. It comes to take you in its arms when you are least expecting it.

It walks into your life every single day. It comes and it walks away when you're getting used to it. Sometimes it stays with you all your life.

For all the morphine in the world, there is nothing worse than not having an antidote for your soul in the dead of night when all the world's worrying about its own set of issues.
For all the drugs and biochemicals we have in this day and age, I'm not sure we still have any cure for a broken heart.

It's true, you know...some people do die wishing to live.
Neither science nor money can buy any of us love.
So just choose carefully when you choose between what you want now and what you'll have to stay without for the rest of your lives.