Today is the start of a new journey, traveled alone by my now soulless shell. My heart was ripped out far before I made it to this point. I have no hope for any future companions or allies, they all leave anyway. 
I only see blurry road as the ever flowing tears blind me from where I'm to go. 

  So I wander down the jagged road, legs scraped and cut, feet bruised and blistered from the constant obstacles in my way. But I have no hope for another human hand to reach out and help me, they all leave anyway. 

Lies, deceit, back stabbing, stealing, heart breaking, chest wrenching, I've dealt with it all...and this is what I'm left with...

Some friend I am, huh? Complaining about my poor state, when they're all suffering from other things. They need me to listen, I need to be okay so they have a listening ear.  I need to be stitched quickly so they can mourn own wounds; to smile and nods so they can tell me how wrong I am for my beliefs, my morals, my decisions. So they can judge me for who I am, for sharing my feelings, for hurting...
For being tired. 
For being torn. 
For not wanting any of this anymore. 

But it's okay...
Because they all leave anyway.