I am terrified. Its a circle. A cycle. I ask for help. But still choose self-destruction. I hate to be alone yet alone is my most comfortable home.

I smile.. I am a facade..

The black hole for the kind. The nuke for the heartless. The failure who has grown hatred. The love who became hate.

The one left behind..

The man who wishes for escape..

But can never escape himself..

I am the battle within a shattered heart..

Torn asunder..

Ripped apart