The thought of always having someone.
knowing what it feels like to be alone, hating yourself for the unknown.
Drinking till you no longer see, smoking till your numb, take the pills to forget the pain..
The past is still there, you can not fill those voids with some substance..
People come and go.
Make you believe all the lies they told.
Creating more voids you will fill with whatever you want.
Sex?
Drugs?
More people?
Cuts?
They all go away.
Your voids will still haunt you at the end of the day.
