All Mine

My sad poem:(

Alone once again;
It's best just to swallow.
This was MY wish;
Why am I left hollow?
Forever, discontent;
Mistaken as shallow.

True peace of mind;
A rarity to find;
Yet never far behind.

I rely on Day's blackest,
saddest of seasons.
When Night will just fall,
with no given reason.

On the floor, in the dark
when I'm lying so still;
A smile is FINALLY,
at my free will!
For a moment I forget,
I own this bitter chill.
Destined for ALL,
of my days to fill?