Divorce of My Sanity

I am contently married to independence until the day I die. Seldom do I desire more, for I am prudent to preserve what's mine. My friends forfeit independence in love, leaving me behind, And my family's conditional love threatens our instinctual binds. Usually indifferent to romantic ties, now my marriage mutilates from these losses anew. Gone are my kindred siblings, my family, all those thick-and-thin, Whom I hoped pointlessly would come through. These betrayals now force the deliverance of my divorce, And so, naked, I thirst too on an uncertain romantic course. Won't vulnerability be gone when at the safety of another? Life's adversity will prove our companions fake too soon, Making I and the rest but lionhearted buffoons. But still I must confess I wished for companionship and vanity, Only because I hoped someone could preserve my sanity....