Failure.

It's the feeling of failure that holds me here.
It is not the need for anyone that keeps me,
but the need for isolated pain.
I have failed.
I am not great.
I do not linger because I enjoy knowing that I crumbled around the time I began.
I find no pleasure in knowing that everything I have created has fallen into the mass pit of nothing,
but I stay because I do not wish to go forward,
only to discover I have done the same thing again.
I do not want to fail you... not when I have already accomplished that once.
I dwell within these shattered pieces of yesterday
because there is one thing I can count on if I stay:

I will not hurt this way again.
I cannot fail this way again.
Especially If I do not try.