My one true friend is solitude, and I am an empty emotionless void with a blank expression inside
Its warm arms embrace as I cry until I have no more tears left to cry, yet making me cry all the more at the same time
Not has it once betrayed me unlike everyone else, even though I know it's my fault
Comforting words, free from pain
It doesn't make me smile, but it always follows without fail. I'm afraid to try, so instead I run,
And hurt myself and everyone else around me
Most of me says to stay forever and never go, leaving no regrets
But if I go, I'll regret it as the biggest mistake and won't be able to go back
Relentlessly and repetitively, ending it and starting again
