That feeling.

That feeling the whole world is against you.
That you're alone.

The world really isn't against you.
But you can't stop thinking those thoughts.
What if? What if it really is?
You spiral down into a deep depression, lasting only a minute, or for years.

It can get triggered from a tiny notion, or from nothing at all.
You isolate yourself, you make yourself alone.
You make the world against you.
That's how you feel, and you make it so.

It's sad, it's bad, you're mad.
Fuck the world.

You're on your own, you have to beat it yourself.
Who's going to save you now?