Alone

"Being alone never felt right. Sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right."

Pain

Every bit of it hurts. It doesn't matter if it's physical or emotional, it still hurts, like a needle being pierced through the eye ball. Whether it hurts on the inside or it hurts on the outside, it's still the same. It's gonna keep hurting and hurting until you're hanging on my a thread and even then, you're as good as gone.

There's no point in suffering through it all. All it takes is one made up mind and then ... you're either dead or you're still standing there wondering 'where did I go wrong in life?' Or 'Why is my life so screwed up?' Or 'What did I ever do to deserve this?' Or 'Why me?'

But it's not like anybody else cares about those questions anyway. They don't care. No matter how much they say they do, they don't. And they never will. Nobody will care.