Ceaseless Failure

At home your mind falters and tugs at you. Dragging you to a desolate place, A place you know too well. In that same mind, lies the answer. The answer to the faltering and tugging. At home you feel your alone You feel your abandoned by those around. You feel your left behind with noone there to confide. Noone to share what resides in What seems to be a boundless mind. One that you prefer to be aloof One that you prefer not to treck. A mind that you loathe more than its opposite. Too much desolation, too vast yet too void. Void of what keeps you rooted when at home. Void of the ones refered to as confidant, Void of the ones refered to as friends. A void you try to fill ceaselessly But you fail; ceaselessly?