Sometimes the most painful things in life don't come from someone else,
Nor do they come from the most deadly of objects,
To imply such statements could still include the will to hold on.
The happiest of feelings don't always come from being with others,
Nor do they come from hoping for another person's happiness,
To only remember such beliefs still leaves room to stay with others.
A small group, if large enough to be refferred to as such,
has no existence to the rest of the world.
Lying dormant, knowing that a single move is not an option,
in the darkest of windows and the most distant reaches of space,
reside the forbidden.
Seen as the quiet and the kind and everybody's friend,
the world dares not lift the heavy burden.
They are the ones who can only watch and remain unseen,
never to be remembered, never to be missed.
The greatest kindness of never to burden others with their existence,
the greatest pain that no one will ever see.
The deepest and darkest of loneliness has become an unyeilding fate,
one of which that can never truly heal,
they will stay forever,
never allowing anyone to see behind the unbreakable seal.
Forever enshrouded in the inescapable binding contracts of infinite loneliness.