- A Heart Without Friends... My Own... -

- My heart longs for a true friend... -
- But sadly it does not have one... -
- One that will not grasp it with anger... sadness... -
- Or for the perseverence of their own desires... -
- But to link it with their own... -
- To be able to share its deepest secrets... and open up its doors and let one in... -
- To be able to have the ful-filling feeling of knowing someone is there... -
- To heal it and ease it of its pain... -

- But sadly... that is nothing but a dream it longs for... -

- It lies in a lake of eternal pain... -
- To experience every waking moment of its life in sorrow and agonizing grief... -
- To feel the blade of unhapiness tear through it like the speeding bullet from a gun... -
- But not as fast... -
- To lie in a world where pain exists and grasps it like the rope around a victim's neck... -
- To be strangled until the hope of being alive is let go... -

- Already, my heart has gone through this... and lost its hope... -

- It now only dreams of a world where pain does not exist... -
- Where it does not have to fight to survive... -
- Where it does not have to hide in fear of being used once again... -
- Where it does not have to question itself on whether a friendship is true or not... -
- Where others can tear down their stone walls to fully understand its pain... and help it... -

- But sadly that is only a dream... a dream where it becoming a reality is... unrealistic... unfair... unexisting forever... -