I don't fear being alone.
But I fear the endless cycle that I'm trapped in.
I always seem to forget
That when the storm come,
They will have all left.
I get attached to fast,
And hope, everytime it will be different,
Or push them away, and end up hurting myself.
Either way even with the pain,
I always seem to forget,
And hope that I will, my ache,
With someone else drown.
I fear this endless cycle because
I'm pertrified with the idea,
That it will never end.
And maybe that now,
It owns me.
