Blood tears

I just... I am feeling alone. In my own room here I am. Surrounded by my all fears and tears. Blood tears. Everything is getting together into a thing that will break me apart any minute.
I need my friends. I want them back. I wanna sit by their side and hold them. Talk to them. But I cannot. I am stuck into a thing I am not guilty for. It is sad because I remember all the things we have been living together. I try to think that is momentaneous. But it does not get any easier. Waiting is getting me nuts. Sad. Mad.
I am only a victim of my living hell life.
So let's the flames begin