Who is that man?

Birds ruffle their wings and sing in the trees. A light shines down though the leaves onto my skin, warming my frail, porcelain arms, though all I feel is a deep chill in my center. The sun seems to fade away as I slip farther into despair. Who is that man? Was he worth all those years? Or were they all wasted. Thrown away on a pitiful hope for happiness. In a moment everything can change. It's time to realize that life is not a fairy tale. Chances are, you are going to fail over and over and you'll end up wallowing in your own self-pity. What is life worth? Why are we here? All we do is come down, expecting happiness, and get ripped apart by reality. People are cruel. Life isn't fair. Love isn't real. Death is release.