Alone
what is it to be alone?
to be with others is truely bliss
I enjoy the company of friends
entertaining my family
because it forces me out of this state of being
that could have consumed me otherwise
although i like being alone
i dont trust myself not to give up
to stop thinking
to forget the hurt
and get rid of the pain, thinking
why be alive if it hurts to live
so being alone, as great as it seems
makes me feel dead
not alive.
if being with others can stop the pain
even if the pain stopping is truely fake
then not being alone is one of a kind
and being alone, well, it's not favorite of mine.
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