Why do people have significant others? For me personally, it's because I need someone to confide in, and someone to confide in me. My friends don't do that for me.
But I listen to them...
I feel I'm just annoying or bothering them, and it gets worse.
I try to run from the pain, try to escape, but my efforts are fruitless.
There is no outrunning hurt. You are forced to face it if you wish for it to stop.

Alone.

Alone in my pain.

Alone in my rare happiness.

Alone in my thoughts.

Alone in my art.

Alone in my writing.

Alone in my darkness...

and no matter how many times I try to light a flame to shed even the tiniest bit of light...
It is stomped out by something I cannot see.
Something raised in the pitch black, never to see the light.
...am I one of those creatures?
Do I deserve to be happy?
Will I always feel like this?

Completely.
Alone.
A/N: hey... so I know I haven't updated recently, and I've had this chapter as a draft for a while, not really sure what to call it.... anyway sorry people. I'll try to update more