She’s been looking for acceptance in all the wrong places
Looking for familiarity in all these random faces
She’s been searching for love in anyone she meets
Nothing is found in these ever changing sheets
She longs for something she’s not sure exists
Love? Happiness? She’s not quite sure what it is
She questions her choices and her motives
She hates that despite it all, she always feels so broken
Why do we hold onto things that make us sad?
Talk to those who make us mad?
Why do we look for happiness in others?
When we know it’ll only cause us to suffer?
Why do we put someone else’s needs ahead of our own?
Is it because we believe it’ll help out self love grow?
Why do we stay with people who don’t care?
Is it because we just want someone, anyone, to be there?
Being alone is either a hit or miss
Sometimes it feels like hell, other times like pure bliss
The peace and quiet can be serene and delightful
Sometimes it’s like the whole world is being spiteful
Most days it feels great to be all alone
Then there are times you need to break free of your comfort zone
Sometimes you can’t bear the feeling of being lonely and secluded
Yet the idea of being with someone seems so convoluted
With thoughts of loneliness that can’t be suppressed
This constant need to be alone is something you begin to detest