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At the end of the day I wonder why I’m all alone
Lying helplessly on my bed
All I can do is stare blankly at my phone
I could even say that the bustling traffic is less confusing than the thoughts in my head
I just feel like letting everything out
Shouting about everything that kills me inside
I had no doubt
If anyone saw me this broken they would just leave me behind
If there would ever be someone who cared
I would probably just end up pushing them away
Because I would be too scared
Too scared that they might not stay
It always ends the same
So I’d rather shield myself from more pain
Even though I would feel nothing but shame
It’s something I learned to contain
After thinking about the same thing over and over
Ive come to a conclusion…
I’ve realized that it’s better to suffer alone.
If you’re here than thank you.
