Pain
Pain
I wish I didn’t feel so alone.
Dealing with these thoughts can be hard on my own.
People seem to think I’m happy- nothing’s wrong.
But, what would they think if they knew my sad song?
My problems seem so small.
I feel so guilty to admit them at all.
Each day I feel sad, numb, on the verge of tears.
Admitting this is one of my biggest fears.
So instead I fake feeling “fine,”
Focusing on others’ problems instead of mine.
But nothing gets better, I feel just as bad.
Depressed, lonely, empty, and most of all- sad.
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