You already feel sad,
but you also know you’ll never be truly better,
so you feel more sad.
Nobody can see your pain.
Plenty assume you are faking.
You feel isolated and seek love,
but you drag those who love you down.
So you feel more guilty and sad,
and you withdraw further inside.
People say they are here for you.
It is just a nicety. A well intended lie.
When you need real help,
they go silent.
There are a few who are sincere.
You love them and appreciate them,
but it isn’t enough to take the pain away.
The pain and loneliness never goes away.
It gets worse, or better,
but it never leaves.
If only it would stop.
God I wish it would stop.
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