My heart couldn't handle it
If I tried to form a new relationship.
Me and People
We don't get along.

There is a constant lingering taste of
Deceit
Rejection
Pain.

I'm separated, detached from
Love
Kindness
Happiness.

In my mind, I think
'Was it me? Was it them? Was it true?'
I no longer trust me mind

Is my perception real?
Do I see what I want to?
Do I fabricate the glances and comments?
Or was it all there?

Am I as bad as they say I am?
Maybe, I'm inherently evil.
Destined to be hated by man.
Destined to be alone.

My solitude drives me mad
Loneliness kills my spirit.

I sit in this dark, gloomy forest
holding the remains of my friends.

The birds screech like man in agony.
The trees frame the moon, allowing the light
to shine upon the shrine
I created.

I move towards it
placing the flesh and bones of my companions
on to the altar.

Finally, I reach into my satchel
and place the heart
of my dearest friend onto the headstone.

I take a step back
and just as I close my eyes to pray,
I notice a black smoke.

I watch in horror, as the smoke consumes
and destroys everything that I built.
I grasp at the smoke,
hoping to feel something
hoping to put things back together
hoping to rebuild.

But all it does is taint my skin
with bitterness and resentment.