Do they REALLY understand what's wrong?

How does it feel when everyone surrounds you?
How do you deal? Do crowds just make you feel lonely?
What do you say when people come and try to pin you down?
Acquaintances smile, but that's no understanding
How, after a while, you keep falling off the same mountain
Try to explain it, but nothing really gets them that high

There's a fine line drawing my senses together
and I think it's about to break

"Why does everyone leave?"
The words were soft and muffled against J's neck, but he heard them clearly. "They don't."
"They do. Look at my life. It's nothing but a pile of missing people. They've all gone." A deep, shaky breath. "You left."
"I'm right here."
"Now. But not tomorrow. Or next week. You'll leave again."
J closed his eyes against the effect of those low, aching words. "I never left you. I just went away."
"There's a difference?"
He nodded, his chin bumping against S's head. "You needed me. Here I am. Would I be here if I'd left?"