Loneliness, oh dear friend o' mine

Methods of distraction don't work anymore. Being isolated from society, almost in an antisocial stage. Now that I merged from the bottom of my drowned soul, the world doesn't seem the same, people aren't the same from whom they used to be. I wonder if it's me who has changed? But in what aspect? I find my self lost in my own ebony world.A world where ashes from a good stage of life can be found, the same one that burned down and drowned me. Going through a path of literally being ignored, making me doubt of my own existence, feels like if I just wasn't there. Loneliness, oh dear friend of mine. Methods of communication end up as quick as they start, they fade away, with an awkward silence, of not showing anyinterest back. It often smells like hypocrisy as soon as they turn their back and walk away. Make my day, make me happy my dear friend of mine. I've learned the hard way that when things start out bad, they always end up bad. Now I'm trying to start again from the beginning and make things good, like they are supposed to be. Take my hand, guide me well, walk me towards the shining light. I promise that I'll figure out my self how to make it through the other side. Would you still be there waiting for me once I make it through?