Maybe I'm not alone after all.

I remember staying home when everyone was gone. Feeling alone

Nights when I thought it was just me crying myself to sleep. When I knew no one was going to comfort me, telling me its okay and I had nothing to worry about. But I know that was just imaginary and I know I am alone and no one is just going to come and pick me up from the depths of darkness. I don't need them. All I need is myself me myself and I that's my main point in life. Maybe it's okay to have help. No. its not okay for me, cause I know I don't need them and I don't want to need them. I don't want to be a person that depends on others because when you do it ends up coming back and stabbing you in the back. Well that's what I thought before it all went down for me but I guess he brought on a whole new side of me. One that needs to be comfort depended on and maybe even one that needs to be with someone other then her self my name is Max and before he found me I thought I was alone.