I open my eyes to see the dark visions.
The scenes I am forced to watch before me.
The wall between reality and fantasy falls,
letting my poor mind attempt to distinguish.
My trust is shattered.
There is no-one I can turn to.
I walk my path alone.
There may be a few friendships in my life,
but ultimately they fall away.
They break away because I choose them to.
I see their bloody bodies before me,
killed by my own hand.
I am shown that I would kill
those that would dare to care for me.
I would kill them because they want to help.
They want to ease my pain.
But my pain is my life,
and if they took that away,
they would kill me.
And so I run away to another place.
Saving them from a fate they were blinded to.

I am alone. I am in a new place.
I meet a new face, a possible friend.

And the cycle starts again.

Again.