They will call you a friend,  but that's where it ends. No comfort,  no truth, no help, and no shelter. Looking around for the ones who you call home,  but looking around you see you're alone. The moments,  the talks, sharing,  the feel. What do they mean if they leave you with nothing that's real? Friendship, such a flaky words. Such an unsure thing, an untrustworthy word. We spend our whole lives to find people with whom we can intertwine, only to find some things are only sweet lies. But the beauty of being a human you know is that you have yourself,  and you aren't really alone. So with pain in your heart and the truth in your soul you must close your eyes and you have to let go. Your soul will be fine, and your heart it will bind. Those friends you are leaving were toxic inside.  It may hurt, and the wounds may sting,  but being with yourself is sometimes the right thing. Let yourself free and start anew. You don't need friends,  you only need you.