No More Fights

Solitude, emptiness, I'm a lost cause.
I start all the fights for no reason at all.
How could I be such a fool?
I reject the only good thing left in my life.
The only one who has always been there . . . And always will.
Every fight is dagger into my heart, a gun to my head, and a spear thru my chest.
No more weapons!
I want this to stop.
But wait, its me!
I'm the cause of this mess.
Do I end the fights or end the cause...