Ειμαι λυπημενος

Nothing seems to be true... Every space, every time, every second, each hello, each I love you, nothing is real at all.
No, I can't be free because I'm here by my own, and that's all, I'm here by my own. I'd like to be another person, with another life, with another kind of occupation, near to someone who loves me for real, near to some kind of good people.
I feel that my time is past here, that I shouldn't be here now, it's too much time for me here, but I'm still here...
I'm not making all I've proposed to. I'm here thinking about a lot of things, driving me crazy.
I know that this will pass and some day I'll be happy, but it's not that day, today I have to fight against my monsters, my thoughts, my feelings, my all.
I got my hopes in God, and I know He is for real, and I know that none here will take me apart from Him because God has already conquer me and get my heart for Him only.