It hurt last night.
it hurt when she asked.
and it hurt when I had to lie to her,
to make myself feel better.

I wish I didn't have to lie.
I wish I could be honest, and open
and I wish I had friends to share good laughs with.

I am so emotional detached from everything I know.

what is in me?
no sense of companionship, or friendship, I at a loss.

I have no friends and it's all my fault.

ask yourself

What are thoughts really worth to a free-thinker?
and what are they worth to a free-doer?
so many thoughts spiral in my head,
so little work do my hands accomplish.
Where will this life take me?
Where would I let it take me,
and where would I rest?
Where would I truly call home;
who will I truly love?
How far will you go?