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Now number 5 of my big book of everything

I feel like I'm missing something, something very important.
Closing of myself from the outside world hasn't been the..."healthy" thing to do.
Soon I'll be all alone again, starting off from square one.
Tossed into the unforgiving world to be rip to shreds by the wretched population.
Before, I could anticipate the onslaught of merciless torture. Now my executioner is non other than a stranger.
That hope of being happy... is it that far-fetched?
Oddly enough... I still have hope. A single teardrop of hope that I so dearly cling to. There' s still hope