I Really Need a Friend
Alone Again.... I am alone again. But then again, I've been alone all along. For as long as I can remember its only been me. I purposely split my persona as a kid, just so I could have someone to talk to... So loneliness isn't new to me. There was a time when I believed that I don't need anyone in my life. I know now that I was wrong.
I want so much to believe that there is hope for mankind - but it might be too late for me. People, in my experience, only hang around long enough to disappoint you and then they leave you. And they WILL leave. That's why I find myself alone again. Everyone I know goes away in the end. Not even the split in my psyche was strong enough to keep the isolation at bay. I feel detached from humanity. Why is basic human connection this hard to attain?
The one or two people I have left in my life do make the occasional effort. Yet this detachment persists. And even though I enjoy solitude, this feels more like exile. In many ways; loneliness is my best friend. It has been by my side since the beginning, and I get the impression that it will follow me to my end. For all I know, this thing I'm trying so hard to find might be unattainable. It might not even exist. But if it does exist in reality, then I want to find it.
The situation is dismal and I find myself in need of a friend. Every day my alienation towards humanity is intensified and I grow all the more despondent.
I want so much to believe that there is hope for mankind - but it might be too late for me. People, in my experience, only hang around long enough to disappoint you and then they leave you. And they WILL leave. That's why I find myself alone again. Everyone I know goes away in the end. Not even the split in my psyche was strong enough to keep the isolation at bay. I feel detached from humanity. Why is basic human connection this hard to attain?
The one or two people I have left in my life do make the occasional effort. Yet this detachment persists. And even though I enjoy solitude, this feels more like exile. In many ways; loneliness is my best friend. It has been by my side since the beginning, and I get the impression that it will follow me to my end. For all I know, this thing I'm trying so hard to find might be unattainable. It might not even exist. But if it does exist in reality, then I want to find it.
The situation is dismal and I find myself in need of a friend. Every day my alienation towards humanity is intensified and I grow all the more despondent.
31-35, F
