Fragments do break...

Dreams spark forth a movement
And idea's become tools of revenge
They say anything is possible
But the struggle follows us even in the end
I stopped believing...
Yea I gave up on a better life
Instead, looked forward to a life of everlasting pain
In which true peace I felt I could attain
But I was wrong
And my solitude only brought me more Unhappiness
"What more can this world do to me"
Take from me
I give it my loved ones
My ambitions
Everything I am
And it still hunts me for even more
I figured being alone
Would insure me to never be hurt
Lest I forget
That the pain from hav'in no one to care for
Was far worse...
I endured the solitude none the less
And as the days passed
I felt died but still alive breathing
Like I was the only one thing in the world
Like this...
This is more than a phase of moment
This is what being alone is...