A Knife in the Heart. (Wait, One is in my Back Too.)

Another night alone doesn't seem quite as bad anymore. Alone can be better or alone can be death. You know I thought the world had come between us, but it turns out there was never any "us" for the earth to invade. For so long I wanted that space for the solitary satisfaction of having someone who cares. But like anyone really cares, right? For this my heart bleeds and I struggle to mend it before anyone can see my flaws. Just once I'd like to feel real, but wishes never seem to come true.