I don't have friends
I'm not social.
But I do have him,
He's my best friend.
And he's the only one I need.
I feel whole when I'm with him,
When he's not with me...
It feels like I've been ripped in half.

A part of me is on a street corner and the other half is dropped into an upside down fishbowl.

Trapped.

While my troubles swim around me.
Forcing me to hold my breath and watch them.
Trying to call for help is inevitable,
No one can hear over the sound of the gurgling water.

The half on the street corner is waiting for a bus that'll never come.
While rain pours with no umbrella.

But together it's better than happiness and I don't feel so...

Incomplete.