You tell me about its marvels.
You say its the greatest thing to have blessed the lives of cruel Mankind, the most miraculous gift from the celestial gods.
It's friendship, you say.
And I am silent, instead of the revered murmurs of agreement you expect to hear.
Friendship?
Stories have been weaved, lyrics have been sung and lessons have been preached about this mysterious, strangely deceiving little thing.
Call me a fool - and, maybe I am - but I don't buy into it.
Why? Because in the world that I live in, we're all alone.
In this world of darkness and terror, we're all alone.
In this dimension, what are friends? Are they really as they seem, as they are preached about - our guardians, our confidantes who will stand by our side forever?
Does such a being even exist?
Someone so completely altruistic, so benevolent and so understanding? Could you ever, in your lifetime, meet a person who's even half of that?
As you sit by a window and weep to yourself, rocking back and forth as cold rain patters onto the glass, as your heart splinters into a thousand pieces - will she understand;
can she understand? Will she be there for you, to hold you and rock you as you slip slowly into the comforting embrace of a deep slumber?
We are alone.
Because no one can understand us, no one can
be us. No one can feel your empty loneliness as it creeps onto the walls of your mind, as overwhelms your senses, as you give in to it.
No one can feel your heartbreak and pain, as you whittle away your days in the grasps of sorrow.
No one feel these things, except ourselves.
And these people, they will not be there to save us. Should the day come when they have to make a choice between their family and you - well, it is almost certain that they will choose their family.
Who will save you then?
Your family. Your family, whose blood runs through your veins, whose flesh and bone you are born from.
Your family will save you.