Sorrow

I'd like to run away, but I have nowhere to go. I would like companionship, but no one likes my company. I would like to entertain myself, but I don't like myself. I would like the absence of hatred, but it consumes me. I would like to break down in tears, but I have no tears left. I would like someone to listen, but they are all deaf. I would like to have some comfort, but comfort is a farce. I would like a quite mind, yet the madness rages on. I would like some sort of direction, but my compass is always broken. I would like to have no excuses, but there is always an excuse. I would like to believe in love, but it is a fleeting illusion. I would like to touch God, but he is always out of reach. I would like to know peace, but it's a foreign concept. I would like to not blame myself, but I am always to blame. I would like to not feel such sorrow, but it is my only friend...