I don't want to be alone.
Because everytime I'm alone my mind wanders.
It's as if being occupied has become my drug.
I'm scared to be alone.
Because it's in the quiet times you find who you are.
It's in the silent where your thoughts come alive.
And currently my thoughts are deadly and poisonous.
Filled with the power to overtake my joy.

Have I really given away this power?
The power of my mind?

I will fight.
I will fight to have joy.
And most importantly, I will fight well in the lonely and in the silent times.
Oh how I will fight.