Everyone lies.

I know I do.

But sometimes, the truth, even if harsh and hurtful is easier to say than lies.

When I say I have no one.

I mean I have no one to rely on.

I dont have a shoulder to cry on.

I know there are people who will listen to my problems.

But I am a book with a million written pages, which no one has the patience to read or the book does not want to be opened again.

My past has forced me to become the person I am today. I have no excuses for who I am or how I act.

And my future will mold, due to my present.

But if you tell me that you’ll always be there for me. Its a promise I expect you to keep.

Because when I need you the most my only companion seems to be air…