Always outnumbered.

I am one who is very lucky to call such loyal and upstanding people as I know, friends. Each one would gladly be there for me in my most desperate hour. Yet it is without them I must fight the most difficult battles within my own heart and mind, outnumbered by sorrows and fears. In desperation I reach out for comfort, yet tonight there is no one.  Very well. Let it be war upon you, my darkest thoughts. I will burn the ground you walk upon until sleep comes for us both. Tomorrow I will smile to spite you.