It torments my soul
Slowly ripping it piece by piece
With no one to help
Put it back together.
It makes my heart ache
Filling it with sadness
With no one to help
To refill it with joy.
It stresses my mind
Making it mentally break down
With no one to help
Repair it.
It makes my friends
Turn away from me
It gives my enemies
The opportunity to tease.
It can make me feel
Stranded on an island
Miles off known territory
Yet I am safe at home.
It can make me depressed
Or make me go insane.
If I let it, it can control my every move.
It is loneliness.