Weal and Woe

The more the silence, the louder it gets. Life is filled with misery and despair. I find peace as the sun sets. One can never breathe the fresh air. Why am I stuck with this feeling? Never satisfied nor ecstatic. Why is life this sad and depressing? Is my life really problematic? All I feel is wistful and despondent. Rainstorms all over my room. Can I ever be independent? I am happy, is what you assume.