A/N: Empty angst muse.

You are Alone.

You've known that all along. When you're with people, you like to pretend that you're someone else tougher and stronger. But when the fragile walls crumble. You are no longer sheltered and kept away from the stinging truth.

No one really cares.

You are alone.

Perhaps when you thought you never needed anyone, all you were trying to do was to mislead yourself. And now all that's left behind is a hollow being with a personality that's left to be filled.

You follow the rules. You work hard to make things happen. Because in truth, you know that you cannot rely on someone else. You can only trust yourself. You know that eventually there will come a time that no one else will feed you with those lies. Pretend to be around; pretend to care.

Because no one does.

But maybe all you've been doing all these years was distancing people. You were afraid. To let people come close. Because you didn't want to know betrayal once again. The pain, that starking reminder of what hurt was. But all you've been doing was to hurt yourself.

You tell yourself it's okay. You know that it's not.

You're battered, torn and broken. The bitter scars left behind run deep. You still bleed. But there's no one dare to stop the bleeding.

The wound aggravates. But it no longer hurts. You're numb from the pain.

You no longer care. You don't.

The walls are back up.

You are still alone.