The awkward moment when you realize that you are alone.

Alone with yourself.
Alone.
Just alone.
You can do anything you want.
And there are these little things, calling my name.
They want me, I want them in kinda way.
I need them and they know!
They know and they are calling my name.
I try to be strong but the longer they call, the weaker I get.
And then, sooner or later, I can't stand them.
And they know. They know everything about me. And I know everything about them.
But however I can't stand them.
Even though I know that they lie to me.
That they don't do anything good to me.
That I actually don't need them
Even though I know all that about them, I can't stand them!