Alone

I hate being alone.

I always feel insecure, embarrassed, cautious, I hate that I'm not free, Im stuck.

There's always some other people who try to save me out of my dark hole, but in the end they get tired and give up on me.

I hate it. Whenever I see those same people, we pretend not to see each other, walking past like strangers, even though I still think of them, the closest to friends I ever had.

I always hope there's someone like me, alone, so the alone can stick together, but they feel insecure among themselves, making our "friendship" strange.

I hate being alone, so I build a ladder and climb out of the dark pit.

I see another pit, with someone in it, Im not leaving this one, I give him my ladder.

Our "friendship" is strange, but I keep it going, and my friend's wall finally breaks down.

Im not alone.