Solitude.

Why is it that she always feels better  
when she's alone in a dark room?
Shrouded in solitude
and the quiet sounds she'd almost forgotten.
 
Mother constantly reminded her that
a companion was more trouble than they're worth.
"They always give you but a taste of sweetness,
and pull away before you learn the recipe."
 
She taught her how to keep her soft parts hidden.
"They can't quite hurt what they can't touch."
And she'd aready grown awefully restless and tired
of the endless searching of bandaids.
 
Her biggest mistake was learning the hard way
that loneliness was better than causing others pain.
And within the comfort of her solitude; she smiled.
Knowing that in the end— we all leave this Hell alone.