Notes For Myself ;, Real me; Real story :)

i try and tell myself that “You Are Not Alone”

yet when i get in bed at night
my sadness envelopes me
rather than my blankets

and my head is propped up
by  a monster of thoughts
rather than my pillows

and by the weight in my chest
it feels as if the mattress is laying on top of me
rather than the latter

and all i know through
this confussion
is when i sit up
and take a look around

the only person there
is me

and the only person who cares
is me 

and the only person who understands
is me

and, am i alone.

 

nothing sucks more than feeling all alone.
no matter how many people are around.

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