A/N: This poem is really undescribable. It's my lament at my best friend's soon departure... his new love interest... and a million other hated things that have plagued this year so far.

I stand alone,
While bitter hands with hollow face grasp at me,
And I cannot break free.
My eyes closed,
Trying to escape the nightmare,
Just to awaken to another.
Oh, the wretched sorrow that thrives in me,
As my mind scrambles to turn it to hate,
I just sit here unaware.
I'm on top of the world with you,
And alone, I'm haunted.
All these forsaken thoughts find a way back to me,
They must be indestructible.
Why do I need a constant distraction?
Why has blissful solitude turned against me?
And how I love you,
Your desperation kills me
I want to make everything right.
I don't want to leave you...
Every part of me is wasted,
Trying to explain that love is a waste of time
To my hopelessly enlarged heart.
My mind is bitter envy,
Medusa,
Bringing everything it sees into the hate.
And I can't breathe...
This war going on in my body,
How am I to know who is right?
My heart or my brain?
Which is the more foolish?
I can't hold back.
I can't breathe, the air is stale and rank,
And everything is so fucking grey.
Can I find something to take this away?
I hate the perpetual weeks,
It's a never-ending cycle.
Can I break free?
My compassion is so wretched!
It curls around you, clasping you, and I can't let go.
And you turn against it,
Bitter words breeding on your tongue.
I hate, I love, and it tears me apart.
I can no longer comprehend logic,
I'm senseless with love... I'm numb with hate,
How does that work?